Just call me Rudolph

Yesterday morning at last I woke gleefully to snow!!!!, granted it was only the lightest dusting but it was snow all the same, the temperature has remained sub zero ever since and consequently my tiny whiteness has remained along with it. I ventured into work early in the morning enjoying the sight of the white against the black of the dawn, though it was a somewhat slow journey, the snow having by then frozen onto the roads as ice.

Work was uneventful in itself though it was my last day until 'post Christmas'. Yayyyy, I have a whole week off, an extremely rare occurrence in retail and a treat only afforded me in error......I won't bore you with the details but it was no one's intention that I should get such a long period of holiday..... you won't find me complaining anywhere though!

Of course the day could not be good in it's entirety, the morning saw me decline rapidly into a state of unpleasantness as a rather hienous bout of flu descended upon me. Well, to be more specific and less melodramatic, flu I doubt is what it is, rather, to be more accurate a heavy cold but if the guys can have flu then so can I!

I have the usual plethora of delightful symptoms, a nose bearing impressive resemblance to Rudolph's and behaving like a tap with a dodgy washer, a throat full of cut glass and some bastard little guy in my head 'going for gold' with a Kango hammer each time I dare to move! it could be worse, I don't have to struggle into work and I have nothing pressing today to get done, the perfect excuse to stay rooted here and play, for as long as the guy in my head with the hammer allows.

Christmas itself is looking improved, Thursday I get to visit my sister and nieces, ok, so I have a 600 mile drive in a day but it will be worth it just to share their excitement at the impending visit from 'Father Christmas', Christmas day itself still leaves a little to be desired but I have a couple of DVD's at the ready to entertain myself and on Boxing day I have been invited to a friends to spend the day with her and her family.

So things are most definitely looking up, the 'ailing' should be all but gone by then and I have some kind of Christmas planned, it won't be quite like spending it with my family and PG but I can't complain, at least I don't have to spend it working as he does, poor guy.