Remember dear reader when I said on Friday that I’d love some lolling time?
Well … I woke on Saturday sneezing, feverish and sore throated … and am now in bed with a bad cold.
Not my idea of lolling … no fun when I keep falling asleep and my eyes hurt too much to read.
So … I’ve missed all the GAA celebrations in town … I’ve asked Adrian and a few other people to send me photos and I’ll do a story.
Not much else to report as I’ve pretty much been asleep.
Oh yeh … there was the anonymous coward that sent me an email today accusing me of something I didn’t do (and no … it’s not having an affair with someone … how mundane) … and then told me my actions would ‘loose me friends’
Not only is the writer a coward with inaccurate information … they also can’t spell.
I’m having a rotten weekend when I can’t even attract a high class literate anonymous accuser … bummer.
I’m back to bed clinging to the hope that tomorrow I’ll feel more like my sparkly self.