I really do think scientists should come up with some use for snot. I mean, really, what is its point? There must be one surely? I have, in the last 48 hours, used at least 2 full loo rolls, a box of tissues, a six pack of Kleenex Balsam tissues, and have started on a new big pack of balm ones, and yet there’s no end to snot in sight. Oh my nose hurts. And my lips are sore from breathing through my mouth. I slept so badly last night, coughing and blowing my nose every two bloody minutes. The Verve were right, the drugs don’t work. Nothing works. I keep thinking I will wake up in the morning and feel back to normal again. No such luck. And I’m at that needing to sneeze but not able to sneeze lovely stage, and when you finally do sneeze oh, it is the best feeling in the whole world. For about 2 seconds, and then it starts again. I am well fed up.
However, my mum did manage to drag me out of the house today, and we went to Meadowhall. Meadowhall! Imagine. I don’t even like going there on good days. But I did need to buy some clothes, and shopping in London is horrific at best. Plus, Meadowhall has added an extension, and they have a Primark there now (ooooh). So I bought five jumpers for about the same price as one I got the other day at Mango. They are very nice and will do for work so that’s good. Plus we got in and out of Meadowhell in under an hour. A record for sure. And I got a great long scarf from Matalan. It’s lovely and soft and comes to my feet nearly. On Sunday Mum and Tony took me to KDA to get halogen bulbs for cheap (80p!), the most random shop you have never seen. Next to the lightbulbs were nail extensions. But it kind of drags you in with all the wondrous crap it has to behold. Me: ‘What kind of person shops here oooh look a sewing kit.’ See what I mean?
On our way home today we stopped off at my aunty’s, and we ended up watching old videos of the kids and us on Christmas Eve. Good God I never had a good hairdo. And I am a sloucher! And I got very excited about getting a Shaun the Sheep stuffed animal. It is the one and only time I have thought me and Russell look alike. We both have hideous huge specs on, and he was growing his hair long. From the side we looked like twins. Scary.
Back to London tomorrow night. I will feel better in the morning. I will.