I'd been having a nightmare about a Brownies trip that's been planned for Saturday.  Naturally, since I was watching the repeat of Spooks on BBC3 late last night, this nightmare involved a bomb while we were trying to load them onto the coach.  Since it involved the Brownies, it also involved a really scary Mum.  Fortunately, this nightmare was not in High Definition, so it wasn't quite so upsetting as the one I had mid-antibiotic course, but it was still something I could have done without.  Brownies, bombs, Brownies' Mums.  Two of the three scare me.

Thus, I wonder, should I suggest to MI5 and MI6 that they deploy my Brownies' Mums in the fight against Al-Quaeda?  I then got cold, registered that someone seemed to have called a taxi to sit and chug outside the building opposite two days running, managed to let go of the panic, and went to sleep again.

I am fed up with feeling panicked round the edges.  I am blaming the aftermath of the Chest Infection of Doom™.

Meanwhile, if you are reading this from across the pond, go vote!  Or, alternatively, don't vote, and lose your right to moan about the result.

xxx

Overslept (another duff night of sleep, I think I'm too warm at night now.  Will remove a blanket tonight and go back down to three). 

Rancid smelling woman (?) on the bus.  Felt sorry for her (him?), as (s)he was wearing flipflops, the vilest trenchcoat I have ever seen, had really awful tangly, knotted, dreadlocked hair, dark glasses, and a flithy scarf on her head.  Nasty looking toenails, and was either wearing a rucksack under the trenchcoat, or was severely humpbacked.

She was only overtaken in smell when one of The Prommers (one of the ones who is bossy and in charge, and goes stumping up and down the queue at the Last Night Of the Proms, and, if it wasn't him, it was his doppelganger), sat down next to me at Lord's.  The pomade nearly took my breath away.  No-one needs to wear that much aftershave.  No.  Really.

Work phone died with a flat battery overnight.

And I arrived at work to find that my PC had blue-screened.  I had to switch it off at the wall in order to persuade it to function again.

It is a good thing that the Welshman not only remembered to buy coffee (or was able to buy it on the way in owing to a fortuituously timed text on my part), but plied me with it the moment I arrived.  I feel that things could, just, look up a bit soon.

xxx

I succumbed.

I also, somehow, lost my nice bit of javascript that used to give me pretty quotes, which is very odd.  I mean, I have relocated the script, but cannot persuade it to work anymore. I do have a lovely button that links to NaBloPoMo, but it really is not the same.

That is something to sort out another day.  Me?  I have some knitting to do...  And a little worrying about the rugby player who managed to dislocate and relocate his shoulder.  I packed him off to A&E, but haven't really heard from him since.

xxx

I am glorying in the fact that I do not have to do any Brownies Accounts this weekend.  It is a lovely feeling.

• Get hot water bottle (should have done this at the first place I saw one, rather than being lazy about it)  However, have found vastly cheaper hot water bottle online.  Have bought two. 
• Laundry First load on
• Sort out repeat prescription
• Supermarket
• Cold pills
• Rip CDs In progress
• Block Mum's Scarf (currently soaking) Now blocking on sitting room floor.
• Photos - sort Brownie Photos out
• Post pictures from penultimate entry (which is now the penultimate but one entry, I think)
• Work Saturday night
• Rugby Sunday
• Saskia's Socks - find pattern, cast on.
• Cast on Sara's Mittens (I have a pattern now) Took until Thursday, but we are in Business.
• Some Christmas knitting
• Make Christmas presents almost finished
• Make Christmas cards
• Keep warm, drink lots of fluid, don't worry too much about food.  Try and eat curry.  Does Sinapore Noodles count?
• Change sheets.

xxx