I think the best way to start this post is with a gentle sigh. One that’s a mix of thank goodness that’s over with a twist of tiredness and a wee dash of regret. You might call that the Middle Age Mojito 😋 Actually, you may have your title. The Pink Flog? The Transcendent? 🤔
Drink based ideas aside, the week felt like quite a slog of routine and very much pushing something heavy uphill. It turns out that I was ill with a stealth cold. There’s no typical symptoms, just feeling flat like you’ve not managed a good night’s sleep or you’ve been overdoing it for s few days. Come Thursday it was as if I’d been possessed by the library bothering and concentration breaking, Saint Sneezy McSneezeFace. 😋
On listening to a few colleagues – although I’ve not been in work physically – this dose of lurgi seems to be doing the rounds at the mo. Luckily, the Ever Lovely Mrs J hasn’t caught it (given she’s shielding for health reasons).
Suitably masked, I made my way to Chams albeit very much in bloke mode. I was in two minds about going, but with only one set of keys and having the payment machine, not attending would’ve caused issues. Hopefully when we get our second set of keys, that problem will be reduced.
I’m feeling better than I was really in the week, and that may be a mix of the cold being on its way out, seeing friends last night, and that it’s the weekend. I’m a little miffed at missing the chance to be in my other attire, but fingers crossed the old T Stress Clock doesn’t overtighten between now and the Xmas Do next month. If I managed lockdown, I should be able manage the next few weeks 🙂 Fingers crossed eh?