So it seems not all germs are cute. I’m quite a healthy person… only get a really heavy cold (or, indeed, anything more than an isolated single-symptom hint of a cold) every 18 months or so, only had proper flu a couple of times in my life, only had a handful of other illnesses and nothing at all serious. So when this year’s lurgy decided my sinuses would be a cosy holiday home for a couple of days, I wish it hadn’t chosen the weekend of my good pal Ross‘s wedding. Bah!
I hate missing an opportunity for drinking and merriment with musical mates, but having (through a monumental effort) launched myself out of bed and onto a train to Victoria, only to feel even more BLEURRGGHH, I figured my germs and decidedly non-celebratory frame of mind would be better off elsewhere than at a wedding reception. Curling up and sleeping in a corner is not really the done thing, at least not *before* you’ve hit the bar! Still, my very best wishes to Ross and Jo. I’m sure they had a marvellous day and have a great future ahead of them.
However, a couple of days worth of cold virus don’t account for ten days of non-blogging. That’s just laziness…