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caddymanHappy New Year, Kids!
I hereby declare the title of this piece to be the official motto for 2010: two phrases that more than any other, Twitter fires off at me when I wish to spout a pearl of wisdom or make a a heart-rending wry comment in 140 characters or less.
New Year's Eve and today have been quiet here in The Carpathia. My fault, I'm afraid - I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellefurtle might have wished for a little more excitement, but after I got home from work yesterday, I pretty much collapsed in a heap. She'd suggested I stay at home in the morning, but I wasn't feeling quite as bad as I sounded and anyway, taking a day off sick on New Year's Eve just looks bad. I was okay all day in the office, apart from the odd splutter and in the heat of the Tube home, too. Unfortunately, walking back from the station I managed to cough myself inside out a couple of times as the cold damp air did its evil work on my chest. I pretty much curled up in bed for a couple of hours and haven't left the flat since.
I think I am getting better now, but I still have moments of lung-expelling coughing that leave me light headed and with stars swimming in my vision. I haven't had a cough like this since before I quit smoking. Indeed, I was getting rather cocky about it.
Thank you, Karma Pixies, for reminding me of your existence.
I find that for the second week on the trot, I am in something of a minority. I enjoyed the Dr Who finale; the plot was still a little light, but it was, by and large carried off with a certain level of panache. Again, Bernard Cribbins' Wilf was the best character in it.
I do agree, however, with other correspondents: RTD should have been made to control his need to walk the Doctor around to visit all of his old companions. Enough with the mawkish schmalz, already. Cyrano de Bergerac's death scene was shorter.
This is what's to come later this year:
Tomorrow we entertainpipsytip and phil99 on a flying visit to London. I am confident that I shall be able to breathe outdoors by then.
Finally, we watched There's Something About Mary on Film4 tonight. I'd never seen it before. Ben Stiller is quite good in it despite the handicap of being Ben Stiller.
I hereby declare the title of this piece to be the official motto for 2010: two phrases that more than any other, Twitter fires off at me when I wish to spout a pearl of wisdom or make a a heart-rending wry comment in 140 characters or less.
New Year's Eve and today have been quiet here in The Carpathia. My fault, I'm afraid - I think
ellefurtle might have wished for a little more excitement, but after I got home from work yesterday, I pretty much collapsed in a heap. She'd suggested I stay at home in the morning, but I wasn't feeling quite as bad as I sounded and anyway, taking a day off sick on New Year's Eve just looks bad. I was okay all day in the office, apart from the odd splutter and in the heat of the Tube home, too. Unfortunately, walking back from the station I managed to cough myself inside out a couple of times as the cold damp air did its evil work on my chest. I pretty much curled up in bed for a couple of hours and haven't left the flat since.I think I am getting better now, but I still have moments of lung-expelling coughing that leave me light headed and with stars swimming in my vision. I haven't had a cough like this since before I quit smoking. Indeed, I was getting rather cocky about it.
Thank you, Karma Pixies, for reminding me of your existence.
I find that for the second week on the trot, I am in something of a minority. I enjoyed the Dr Who finale; the plot was still a little light, but it was, by and large carried off with a certain level of panache. Again, Bernard Cribbins' Wilf was the best character in it.
I do agree, however, with other correspondents: RTD should have been made to control his need to walk the Doctor around to visit all of his old companions. Enough with the mawkish schmalz, already. Cyrano de Bergerac's death scene was shorter.
This is what's to come later this year:
Tomorrow we entertain
pipsytip and phil99 on a flying visit to London. I am confident that I shall be able to breathe outdoors by then.Finally, we watched There's Something About Mary on Film4 tonight. I'd never seen it before. Ben Stiller is quite good in it despite the handicap of being Ben Stiller.