I was going to go into work today. I had good intentions to. However, a hacking cough changed my mind and I think I'll just sit out the bank holiday and try and get well.

37 yesterday. And I feel crappy cos I have a nasty bout of flu. Feeling a bit sorry for myself today, birthdays aren't meant to be like that; in bed for most of the day as I felt better asleep than I did awake.

Having an internet radio means that you can access some 6,500+ stations from around the world. We were listening to the aftermath reports from Dominica last night, this morning we're listening to Jamaica. Dean has not hit them yet, and the announcer sounds calm, but you can sense a terrible undercurrent of fear. Joking aside of how incredibly laid back most Jamaicans are (moving in a slow hurry today) or the weather forecasts (its gonna get a bit windy out there) I am very nearly on the verge of tears. They are coming through so loud and clear they could only be just up the road. The faith that is pouring forth from so many of them just makes me realise how blessed I am, when so many Jamaicans are worrying about food, water and even their homes. God bless each and every one of them, they will be on my mind for the next 24 hours and beyond.

OK someone, somewhere must be having a laugh at my expense. Though I have to say that, internally at least, I find my situation somewhat bizarre, and have to chuckle a bit. Have had some trouble with my right big toe. First I thought I must have bruised it. Then I thought maybe I wrenched it somehow. I went to the docs today, expecting oh yeah just a bit of arthritis take these tablets come back if it doesn't clear up so forth, so twenty-eighth.

Um...no. Doc wants to rule out gout.

Gout??!!

Oh well had to happen one day.

Feeling old, frankly. Just had an upsetting phonecall with SOH, not an argument exactly, more just a case of him (again) refusing to let go of a subject, even though it's time to move on.

Same sort of weekend. Didn't do a lot, though the SOH is having fun with the Internet Radio and is not threatening to take this one back. Whilst he's happy I can pretty much do as I please (although secretly he's wanting me to follow less selfish pursuits).

CW has come back as CF, lightly tanned and happy to have married her soldier. It now turns out that Mr F is not going to Iraq as was originally thought, so she can go and join him down south. So, one short on that team in a month, maybe they'll make one of the temps permanent? {re-reads sentence for sense, shrugs, carries on }.

Must must must must MUST lose some weight. I can't get my wedding ring off, even though I would never want to, it would be fairly embarassing if I went to hospital again and they would have to tape over it, rather than remove it. Haven't decided how I'm going to do it, but I'm not going to go in for that horrible shake diet that TB is currently following. Frankly, I would prefer to starve.

Bliss. A day away from the phones is almost as refreshing as a week long holiday. I was doing other stuff today, still related to the-rather-well-known-utilities-company, it involved getting what I know about the client on paper. Or at least on a Word document. Word gets me so aggravated though, why does it constantly guess what you're doing? Why does it keep changing fonts, margins and numbering for no reason and at random? I reckon it's a Bill Gates conspiracy, perhaps he had a bad experience with a secretary years ago. The ultimate revenge for taking out the swear words in his correspondence to those very nice people at IBM.

Ho for the weekend. Felt a bit odd coming home tonight and then realised that, for the first time in 3 weeks, I wasn't going to Llandudno tonight.

I published and edited this entry three times tonight. Something very odd is happening. Normally I ignore the rough bits in my writing.