Sunday, June 23, 2013
Just as all the rain hits, I get a rotten sore throat and a tap-like nose. Any correlation to how sad my body feels about the weather? Probably. I've spent the last few days confined to a steady dosage of paracetamol, hot water bottle hugging and long naps as per the docs orders. Thankfully, my bedroom is a cosy kind of place to be stuck when sick and I'm lucky to have someone come over and keep me supplied in the most delicious soba, tofu and mushroom soup on the planet. I tried to use the time to read The Catcher in the Rye again, but J. D. Salinger, I am not your biggest fan... I always feel taken on a pointless ride, even despite the apparent importance to literature.
Hope you are all safe, well and (if in the Southern Hemisphere) warm!
Love WTP x