| [ | mood |
| | sunny again | ] |
| [ | music |
| | lots of pleasant Christmas music on the radio | ] |
First, ow. Okay, got that done. Paracetamol + codeine is a splat!person's best friend. Trouble is, I keep forgetting to take the next dose until well after all the stiff-and-sore has come back. I can't claim to be dazed forever! I also belatedly discovered that while I hadn't damaged the cat... He'd left take-off marks: four astonishingly widely-spaced scratches just above my right hip. Ungrateful beast. I might have landed on him, if I'd fallen forward instead of back. That does explain the blood on the front of my sleepshirt, though. We returned home yesterday lunchtime (and my back didn't like the ride – acceleration, braking, and all the inevitable shifts of balance/pressure). After we'd off-loaded the baggage my brother went off to the airport to collect sister, niece, nephew and niece-in-law, run the latter two home on the other side of the city, and bring the first two back to my place, where their car was parked, so they could go home. Meanwhile I went off to do basic shopping for both our households and to buy Christmas stamps for both of us. I was surprised there wasn't a great queue in the post office; have to be lucky some time! I've decided my overseas cards are going to be New Year cards, though I've despatched all the Australian ones. Given the industrial action, they may well not get there in time for Christmas in any case. I was supposed to make us a curry last night, but I postponed that (see stiff-and-sore above). Instead, my brother brought pizza to my place – plus a bottle of sparkling shiraz, made by someone called Rumball: that name has to be real! A very pleasant drop, too. Vindaloo plus a vegetable curry tonight instead. This afternoon I saw the doctor (mine is of course on holidays); she wanted blood tests, but didn't seem to think this performance was due to a TIA, especially as I hadn't blacked out. (Good! I saw too much of that with my mother.) |