I trundled off to the docs at the start of last week to get him to check out my elbow to ok it for swimming (which he duly did) and came home with some sort of stomach infection. Gah! My stomach has been playing up for a week, couple with a delightful bout of period cramp so I’ve been like a soggy dishrag for the past week.
When I slump I have a tendency to look for quick pick-me ups. If I can’t have a coffee out – and the stomach really didn’t approve – then I’ll by something small from Ebay. Um. I broke my no shopping rule and bought something BIG from Ebay. I have an old green velvet jacket that has soldiered through 7 winters now and is beginning to look utterly ropey. I’d been having a look for a like for like replacement by Monsoon (because, you know, that’s not cheating…) but ultimately ended up with a coat I wish I’d bought several years ago but didn’t. It’s not arrived yet but it’s this Spin Doctor velvet coat – made before their fabric quality plummeted (give me cotton over synthetic every time).
It wasn’t cheap, even second hand but it’s one of those wardrobe staples that you know will pay you back tenfold. I know, I know, I’m making excuses for the purchase – truth is, it’ll look fabulous with my DMs! As will the £4 pretty black Karen Millen skirt that fell out of the charity shop on my way past…
I’m feeling a little less queasy this Monday so hopefully the healthy eating will resume. Last week I survived on toast, water and black tea. Normally I eat plain digestive biscuits when my stomach goes nuclear but they are off the menu right now. I probably shouldn’t have watched Trump’s inauguration either – let’s just say my bile was rising.
I’m doing a short story reading on Thursday night, the first in a while. I am somewhat terrified. I’m not that good at public readings – HUF and my parentals will be there so I hope I don’t disgrace them. Today I need to print the story off and begin rehearsals. That means reading at the dog. He’ll be thrilled.
I’m reading a rather wonderful doorstep of a book – The Taste of Sorrow by Jude Morgan. This is a novel about the Bronte siblings early lives, with a particular focus on Charlotte. Some of it is absolutely harrowing. It’s a brilliant read, one of those books you really don’t wish to end.
So, a quiet time all round. I have been writing, submitted 2 pitches that I am waiting for news on (suspect one may be positive, one will not). Have been doing some ‘free writing’ which is producing some interesting stuff (to me, anyway!). Trundling on. It really is all I can do.