My head hurts. And I'm having the weirdest sensation when drinking coffee - I can feel it go down all the way to my chest. I need cheering up - this thread is not allowed to become maudlin. Saila and Narnia are now banned until they have eaten from the toast of happiness.
I'm not sure which is worse: my head or the score. I'm in a bad mood but I find it really irritating that the Australian commentator on TMS keeps giving the score the wrong way round. I have to translate it before it makes any sense - a bit like c. to farenheit.
Isn't nature amazing? It seems the animals are tuned in to the Met forecast. All the robins and wrens are fluffy (presumably that traps air and keeps them warm) and I've never seen so many squirrels at once: busily hoovering up acorns and it seems, yew berries - are they immune to its poison?
Be assured, Davy Jones will have to wait a while. My head hurts. My neck hurts. My glands are swollen and my throat is sore. I have prescribed Whisky Macs - just taking the first dose now. With any luck I'll zonk out and wake up in time for a little TMS.
There will be a short intermission while I go out for more booze - I should be back in time for The Mentalist. Just going for a walk chaps, I may be some time.
I'm ill. I need more alcohol and more versions of DB to consider*. Or I could just annoy Sean and start a new thread about the best version of "Light My Fire". *Not that I for one moment think J. Locke Esq. will be surpassed.
201 for 5. When I first got up this morning it looked as if we were levelling what the Aussies did yesterday. Now I'm getting nervous - I think they are pulling away. Does any of that make sense? More coffee required.