It started in Britain. It continues to this day – 3 weeks now. This damn bloody cold just won’t leave me. I understand why it takes me so long to get rid of colds, but this is now getting ridiculous. I’m tired, I’m keeping up hubby at night with the wheezing, hacking and nose blowing, and my head is starting to feel like it’s been through a wringer washer. From the shoulders down I feel terrific, even my hip pain has eased up (knock wood!!) but this cold has got a grip on me and just won’t let go. My family knows how stubborn I am, but man they should meet this miserable S.O.B. I’ll give in to Nat’s little jabs and call the Doc on Monday, but I’m not holding out a lot of hope. Every time I get one of these things it always takes me several weeks to shake it, but I’ll see if she can come up with some sort of miracle.
Aside from lounging around the house all week hacking my head off, Nat and I have been pretty quiet. It took me close to three days to do the laundry after our trip. As I wasn’t fully up to snuff, I took this necessary chore and did it in shifts – not by the hour, but by the day. What the hell, it wasn’t like I was going anywhere. I’ve not even cleaned the house yet and there are a few sisters out there that know how much that’s killing me. To prove how bad I’ve got it, I took 2 seconds out of my “lounging” on Friday, grabbed a duster and quickly swiped a couple of tables in the living room, only because it was time for the annual fire inspection by our insurance company and psychologically it made me feel better. It ended up Nick (the inspector) didn’t even touch the living room and was so jolly and nice I don’t think he would have cared if I had greeted him at the door wearing PJ’s, fuzzy rabbit slippers and a kleenex box in hand!
As it turned out Friday was one of our busiest days. That morning we had received a letter from Sony Canada advising that our 40″ TV was one of several models with a possible defect. Word had it that some component in the back could be damaged, make the TV overheat and at times ignite inside and possibly result in a hole in a part of the cabinet ceiling. Good time for the fire inspector, right!!! Being the safety conscious folks that we are, we called the hotline, as directed, and sure enough a technician came by that very morning. Talk about efficiency, eh!! He turned up just as the fire inspector was driving out – talk about luck! The technician, thinking this was going to be easy, also had a surprise. Turns out, the wall bracket holding our beautiful 40″ Sony television, was a doozer. Not one of those “just lift off” suckers. Nope. Ours had screws in 4 corners on the back underneath steel bars or rails that had to be levelled and naturally were extremely hard to get to. As I recall, this wall bracket took Nat and I a good part of an afternoon to assemble. This sucker wasn’t going to go anywhere! So, with a lot of patience, time and luck, the technician and Nat managed to get everything disassembled. After about an hour of disassembly, it only took this guy 5 minutes to check the part that could have fired a hole in the wall. Our TV was good to go and safe. This poor guy was probably glad to get out of this house and on to an easier inspection where the TV sits on a TV stand and is easy to get to.
With the arrival of Saturday morning we both got back into our usual routine. It didn’t take us long to get groceries – haven’t been having the big meals – so we also ran a couple of other errands and headed home for lunch. As we hadn’t really celebrated our 17th Wedding Anniversary – due to being 30,000 feet in the air – we took time out tonight and went to my favourite restaurant – The Keg. With a great steak meal finished off by Billy Miner Pie (mocha ice cream on a bed of chocolate cookie crumbs and topped with slivers of pecans) we returned home and settled in to watch Hockey Night In Canada. I’ll finish off the weekend trying to get our travel pictures labelled and organized (both Nat’s and mine are mixed together, not that that means much) and right back into my Sunday routine of laundry and cleaning. God, I miss being in Britain!