Repeat after me - 'it's only a flat'...

My life is strange at the moment. Just as things become more chilled in the flat, my health takes a bad turn.

Yesterday I nearly had a run in with Child Genius, but we're both a bit wired at the moment so we've put it down to hormones. She went through an emotional sticky patch yesterday and I can sympathise. It kind of turned into a female bonding session. Enigma has developed a new mantra, 'it's only a flat', which I completely agree with. So yesh, everything is quiet on the flatward front.

My throat, however, has decided to crash the happy love-filled party. It was so bad last night that I woke up thinking that I was going to vomit. To keep The Hair happy I went to the nurse's unit today, and she's given me a little help sheet on what to do when it feels like your throat is trying to crawl out of your mouth. I've also been given the number of a surgery in town, so if it's not better by tomorrow I have to call them. At least I can state that it was the nurse's orders.

Anyway, I have a room to tidy.

This post has been written to Tori Amos 'Silent All These Years', 'Cornflake Girl', 'Crucify', 'God' and 'Happy Phantom'.