Morning view - 365

(April 27th) More soon.

Honey's ears - 365

WOW that hit hard, I've been offline mostly over the last two weeks having been hit hard by a cold, that turned into flu before settling on being a full-blown nasty chest infection. More than two weeks after the first sniffle I have drugs and a referring letter for a chest x-ray if things don't get better, thankfully I don't think I'll be using it.

So now I need to catch up particularly with my 365 (not least because I want to move the mountain of photographs from recent weeks off my laptop onto my backup hard drive). I'll do it in dribs and drabs and of course there are no images from some of the days when I couldn't lift my head off the settee. (I half thought of taking a lying down shot showing my little table with flu paraphernalia, ie heaps of snotty tissues, cough bottle, lemsip and paracetamol - but it never got beyond the thinking stages.)

Here's the first catch up, from April 26th. Just so you know I am not yet 40 (check out the balloon in the pic from a birthday party I was at, brought home for the doggie who LOVES balloons.) The other thing to note as well is that this pic was taken on a Sunday which sees our house resembling a Chinese laundry with drying clothes hanging off every possible place, hence the towels drying over the kitchen door. There's a lot wrong with the pic (ie exposure, focus etc) , but look at those ears :)

Next time I think I'm gonna take the train

FIRSTLY big apologies for not posting before now, but on top of being mad busy I got smitten with a nasty flu. I could feel it working on me for a couple of days and then thump it hit me, and other than mad delirious bursts of energy when I managed to get some groceries and cleaning done, I have been floored.

While I am still feeling it, or should I say coughing, spluttering and snuffling it, I needed to go to Belfast today. So I went to bed early on Sunday night, got up this morning and decided that I would take the bus. After all they run every hour and cost half as much as the train. Bad move.

Of course we got stuck in a line of crazy traffic on the way, traffic all bound for Newry. I couldn't really complain as I brought a small overnight case on wheels to get some shopping myself. Despite the long tailbacks we still made it into Belfast in good time.

So I did my running about, stopped and had a coffee at one stage as I thought I was going to drop, before finishing my day trip in a pal's house having tea admiring their amazing yarden and then going to get the bus home at 6pm.

The bus was packed and somewhere around Lisburn the temperature on the bus began to rise, a lot.

At first I thought it was only me who was bothered and being pinned into the window seat I was afraid that my body would take over and I would find myself standing up shouting 'turn off the bloody heating' before I realised I had even done it. Fortunately others were feeling the same and it turned out the driver wasn't able to work the air conditioning or it wasn't working or something.

Either way just outside Newry after numerous complaints someone from the back of the bus came to the driver and he pulled over and began to open the skylight things in the middle of the roof. The one beside us opened and I was looking at it longing for the moment the bus took off and we would get a breeze of cool air in the sauna we were travelling in.

Alas, when he went to the second skylight, it wasn't attached to anything and wouldn't go back, so we were stranded at the side of the road, cooking at the side of the road. (You should be able to see the steamed up windows



And we had to wait for a bus to come from Newry to bring us on to Dublin. So we sat and waited on the sauna bus until some people got off, against the driver's wishes and stood on the hard shoulder getting some air. I followed them at one stage along with half of the bus and was thrilled to see the rescue bus drive up behind us some time later.



Of course the heating was on again on the next bus but it wasn't anywhere near the Sub-Saharan temperatures from earlier and having left Belfast at 6pm we finally hit Dublin at 9.30pm. So as that song goes, or something like this anyway, next time I think I'm gonna take the train.

When I finally got home, after getting a long glass of water I came back into the living room to find the Young Wan and the doggie delving into the case of things I bought in Belfast. And I swear the dog was looking as much as herself, 'whats for me whats for me'. Fortunately they both got something each, treats for the doggie and crazy tights for herself. I'm wrecked now; what a way to spend Bank Holiday Monday.





(When I locate all the last week's 365 I'll post them, hopefully tomorrow; so much to do so little time.)