Rainy days and Mondays

Sitting on a cold and rainy Monday in September in my room in college, where the heat has not been turned on yet for this academic year! Needless to say I'll keep this brief. The central heating has just begun its useful life, and it is to the cosy nook of my house to which I will soon hereby depart. It's the time for colds and other illnesses. I have one, a fact which entertains most of the family, as I'm very prone - not hypochondriacal, but prone I say! We had an early get together for Robert's birthday in his house and got duely sossled, out of pure family loyalty. Liam had to go home from work today sick after drinking a dodgey orange last night; I suspect foul play on Peter's part, probably trying to get the arm around ... And a friend, Shane, has a bad throat infection he's just about getting over.

Having enjoyed my morning shower I descended to be greeted with a puddle in the kitchen, the ceiling winking water at me. No sooner has one workman been, but the services of another are required. I'm glad I'm not paying for it. Though, much against the details of the weather, I'm sunny enough. I'm really glad to have a place to hang my hat and call my home, as a ceratin Paul once sang, a song though I carely avoided on the karaoke circuit on Saturday night's get together. Though I did rock singing David Gray's 'Babylon'. I found a whole new upper range mid-song, which was a bit embarrassing but effective all the same. Then I drank gin and felt like a singing star. Good what these drugs can do. So, after the organic stuff with pasta, it's off into bed and lemsipping it away till unconsciousness. But happy enough with it, so I mustn't be too bad, hypochondria and wet shoes considered.