My Life on a Plate

Touching Wood

I'm not sure if it's the virtual chicken soup, the Vicks, Nyquil and tissues, the Vitamin C, the bourbon, honey and lemon juice, the tea and whisky, the two hats, the root ginger and rum or the sleep but the cold I felt coming on, still hasn't. Touching wood and crossing everything.

While everyone around me is coughing, sneezing, blowing their red noses and snuffling, I still only have a mere frog in the throat. Not even a frog really, more a tadpole. So it seems you folk are experts in cyber preventitive medicine as well as all your many other talents. Thanks very much for that and all the good wishes.

You're not much good at picking winning Lottery numbers though. Out of two lines of six numbers we got exactly none right tonight. Oh well, we may not have loadsamoney but we are rich in many ways others will never be. I shall keep on using those numbers though; you never know when Lady Luck may visit.

Today my sister arrived for a visit until Saturday, so tomorrow night I suspect all my diet and low alcohol resolutions will go to the wind. Well, even angels need to rest their wings once in a while. I'll make it up next week and pull in a couple of extra gym visits if I can. I'm enjoying it a lot more than I anticipated, particularly those times when I get the pool, sauna and jacuzzi all to myself.

All I need now is some serious sunshine. And a cruise...and a new wardrobe...and boxes and boxes of calorie-free chocolates...and a handsome millionnaire...and a reminder to stop all this self-indulgent daydreaming. lol