The 23rd of May.
Yep, definitely sick. My voice is starting to go, which is great, just days before I’m supposed to talk (admittedly only a little bit) at the Real Adventure/Anthony Nolan presentation I’ve been invited to. Well done, body! Great work. I had Zopiclone last night, so I slept much better than I have recently, and this morning I read the paper and cringed at James Martin on Saturday Kitchen.
This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Pitch Perfect 2. We were probably the oddest pair in there but never mind. Surrounded by teenage girls, which made for my vast amusement when the trailer for Magic Mike XXL came on. Poor Daddy. But yes, the film was really great and I loved it. Elizabeth Banks has done a stellar job. It made me a little bit sad, but anything can make me a little bit sad. We listened to the soundtrack on the way home.
I came back to find Julie had sent me a copy of Chinese Grazia, so that’s kind of bizarre, but also awesome.
The 24th of May.
Barely slept last night. Just constant coughing. Mommy came in at about half six because she heard me, and she wanted to know if I needed a honey and lemon but I just wanted to try to sleep. I did get up at about nine but I have just been in the armchair all day.
Honestly no activity for me. I’m so glad I’ve got nothing on until Wednesday. Complete rest and fluids until then. I need to write what I am going to say/what I’ll get someone to read for me. I have a vague idea. My voice comes and goes, it’s just the exhausting coughing that is so difficult. I’ve already lost the ability to climb the stairs without feeling like I’m going to expire at the top. Mommy is basically better now, so I just hope that my version only lasts a week or so too.