Wretched cold...

[byslantedlight]

...all I want to do is go to bed to sleep, and that was all I wanted last night too - what a waste of being in London (which I'm not any more...)

My cold just got worse and worse, and though I dragged myself out for a walk to the river after the course...
...and paused at Amico Bio for a veggie dinner on the way back, I was soooo tired, and I just took myself back to my hotel room and collapsed.

Today was almost as bad - though I was a bit more awake for longer, which was good, becuse I decided I couldn't possibly force an entire YHA dorm room listen to me cough and sniff all night, and so I drove home instead of having an extra free day in town.Drove through pastures new too - the North Circular (Hangar Lane!) out to the M3, which was going west not north. The sun was spectacular - after being grey and flat all day, it peered out for some evening drama. I reckon... a dragon! *g* Then it was all gorgeously mellow and misty all the way back to Somerset...

Got back to WH safely, even stopping at the big supermarket in nearby town to pick up some more tissues, only... I knew there was a music festival here this weekend, and that was one reason I was planning to stop in London. I figured I'd eardrop and cottonwool my ears and let the tinnitus take over. Not ideal, but hey-ho... What I hadn't thought about was that everyone would have nicked the parking! Gargh! So I've had to park in the carpark that threatens numberplate recognition and dire consequences on all who park there overnight. Cross fingers for me - they'd have to be pretty tight to punish me because the organisers haven't arranged parking so as not to disrupt residents, right...?

Turned out S was home too, and watching telly loudly in her room, but she didn't do more than call out hi when I did, and I don't want to breathe my Horrid Germs all over her, so I put my earphones in to watch Doctor Who on iPlayer, and hid with a medicinal glass of Drambuie (which I can actually taste!) I feel bad that I'm going to be coughing all night, but...

Also - Doctor Who!
I quite enjoyed that! The Doctor was fun - I liked his bickering with Robin, though there wasn't really time for them to do it justice, and I loved his spoon. *g* I liked that we're moving from angsty-was-I-evil-really-Doctor to maybe-we-can-be-a-hero-really-if-we-work-out-what-that-is-Doctor too. Robin and his Merry Men were brilliantly annoying - a sort of... gentle Lord Flashheart! (Oh, Rik Mayall...)

Clara started off quite real again, I thought - at last we see some passion from her! - but then she descended into I'm-so-clever-and-beautiful-and-clever again, which I was sorry about... I liked her in the first Capaldi ep, didn't like her again last week, nearly liked her again this week... I just... still don't know anything about her, except "pretty and sassy". Alan a Dale caught my eye - he looked familiar, and then I wondered if he just reminded me of Tristan Farnon (Peter Davison), so I googled - and it turned out he's actually married to Mark Gatiss! Not that he was at all familiar to me cos of that, but I love finding out cool things when I'm trying to find out something else entirely...

And right - let's see if it's late enough that I can open my window a bit for some air without the music festival keeping me awake (it's only in a pub down the road!), and if I'm tired enough that I won't keep waking up S. And tomorrow, after I've done some work, I'm going to see if I can nip out to something cool I've had my eye on, to make up for missing more London... if I do, there will be pictures!

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If you come and visit this part of the world you must let me know and we can meet up for a coffee and happy chat about the lads! Oh, and tracing your family tree is fun - I've done a bit of that (also Scottish!), and I want to get back and do more... *g*

I remember being a bit overwhelmed by all the heating over here - every house with central heating, or a coal fire, or the equivalent. I grew up in Australia in houses with just open fires, mostly. I remember one place had an oil fire, and we thought it was magic... *g*

Glad to hear the new Doctor is growing on me! I suspect he might take a wee while to settle in, but I'm looking forward to it. Heeee for your own plays - what fun to be doing that, too (you medieval babe, you)! I've always quite fancied joining in a local group, but I don't think I'd even be up to that standard. You never know though - maybe one day, and I could hide behind the scenes! *g*

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Oh I reckon with your writing skills you'd be a brilliant actor - your love for words and skill at giving your characters life would translate surprisingly well into theatre. I'm still trying to get my head around playing a 12 year old but the bloke who is playing the female nurse is doing great so I'm sure I'll cope. Otherwise I would prefer a behind the scenes role - much less stress. I will definitely take you up on the coffee - I'll be loaded with maps and heaps of questions no doubt. I hope to have enough time to really explore and get a 'feel' for my ancestral homeland. I can get both a British passport as well as an Australian one and once I qualify next year as a counsellor I'm hoping I may even get a working visa if there are no age restrictions. It's cool that you've been here already and yes I totally adore open fire places and dream of having one in every room, including the loo [lol]! I love the comment about your cold being described as 'evil, rotten, smelly-poo' sums it up perfectly. I hope your flat mate thaws out in time too. It can be tricky particularly if it is their territory you're moving into. I'm in a tiny bed-sit because I couldn't handle sharing but it has it's limitations! I'm quite social and I'd love someone to chat to over a dinner every now and again. Good luck with it all. I really enjoy your page and love your writing especially about the boys - keeps the magic alive. ...Kiashi

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Oh bless you - but speaking things out loud is very different to imagining them in my head, I'm not even particularly good at ordinary speaking, never mind acting! *g*

Roommates are tricky, but if you can find the right compromises and common ground, then it can be really nice to have someone to chat to over dinner and so on, as you say. Mind you, new roommate doesn't seem to have any interest in dinner together, despite what she once said about a welcome-to-your-new-place dinner. Oh well - cross fingers about it all! She's vanished today, hopefully not cos she's feeling uncomfortable too, but I'm taking advantage and working at home after all. Which means I'd better get back to it so that I can do as much as I can before she comes back...

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I'm studying conflict management at the moment and they say the four levels of conflict are: discomfort - a feeling that something 'isn't quite right', Incident - an exchange resulting in irritation or distress, Misunderstanding - motives and facts can be misperceived, tension rises and relationships are strained and finally Crisis - Normal functioning becomes difficult and extreme responses are contemplated. Hopefully you stray no further than the first stage[lol] and perhaps you use the experience as inspiration for your next story. Good luck..Kiashi

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Hmm, from my perspective I'd say we were at the second stage - the incident being when S. came in and suddenly told me that she expected to have the entire downstairs to herself Mon-Wed, which rather resulted in my being distressed! We may even be touching on Misunderstanding, because I've not had a chance to talk to her about it again, and her vanishing could be construed as part of it - or might be completely unrelated, and just because she didn't think to mention that she was going to be out tonight! Hmmn... It's definitely all experience though - and I'll see what I can do about another story one of these days, I promise! *g*