I’ve just sat down, loaded up today’s picture into the computer, flexed my fingers getting ready to type, looked up and seen that it says ‘Jelly babies representing cloning’. Please try to ignore that. Although that really is a card my mother sent me. My main point was going to be – how the hell can it have taken eleven days to arrive? What’s it been doing all this time?
Last night, I was violently ill like never before. I’d been asleep for about two hours, and was somewhat restless, then woke up feeling quite sick. Half an hour later, I threw up hard. Four times. You couldn’t get a super soaker to spray that hard – I was wondering where it was all coming from. Back to bed, woke up this morning very dizzy, to the point where I couldn’t stand up, with a splitting headache. An hour later I got up, I think I passed out because I woke up again on the floor, then threw up once more.
I took the day off, now I feel fine. Honestly, you wouldn’t have known, but when I woke up this morning I didn’t think I’d even be able to switch the computer on – never mind take a picture. I’ve not eaten yet – I do still feel somewhat churned. I apologise for going into so much detail but it was such an ordeal, frankly probably the worst bug I’ve ever had – I wanted it to go on record.
The postcard wasn’t the only thing I found in the letterbox this afternoon though – a friend of mine has sent me a present! Bob Dylan’s Christmas album, in fact. I was thinking about getting this myself, but whenever I mentioned it I was told such terrible stories of how bad it was, I never did. So many people with not one good thing to say is a rare thing – I nearly chucked it straight in the bin.
You know where this is going, yes, I gave it a chance and yes, it was alright. All those people were wrong. It’s just an old style Christmas album – the kind they don’t make anymore, perhaps for a reason, but still, it’s a welcome blast from the past and I’ll happily whip it out along with the other Christmas records every year.
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