I've always wanted to learn the catarrh

We are finally emerging from the fog which has been sickness, and much to our relief, it doesn't seem to be some Australian-low-immunity-to-British-bugs as EVERYONE has succumbed to this sickness. (And the newspapers are worried about "Bird Flu"!)
Even Sasunnach has been put out because our routine has been so interrupted, but we, ever faithful, have trudged through the fields for him. Being outside in the strong wind and cold has allowed us at least to experience February...

This from the TImes On Line (February 12, 2006)
"Don't hibernate, embrace February in Britain!
It’s February: blustery, soupy, murky, boggy, booty, squelchy, shivery, frost-biting, scarf-wearing February. The perfect time for a walk, says Vincent Crump. TS Eliot was just being provoking. The cruellest month is February, and everyone knows it. Christmas is long forgotten, spring still seems years away, and you’re cooped up in the house for weekends on end, breaking your new year’s resolutions and perfecting your scowl.
Psychologically, how do you survive? You try to insulate yourself from it. You turn up the heating, eat more puddings, hurry from duvet to desk and back, through monochrome streets under concrete-coloured clouds, wishing the greys away.

I’ve got a better strategy, and it’s far more fulfilling. Embrace the winter. Reconnect with the elements. Hug the cold. One of the pleasures of living in Britain is that we have seasons, extremes of temperature and colour and light — but only if you expose your senses to them."

Well, Vincent Crump, we HAVE exposed ourselves to the February of Britain, and while it is enjoyable because it is novel for us antipodeans, the suggestion of 'eating more puddings' goes down a winner when you make gurgling noises each time you inhale and leave puddles of crumpled tissues in your wake...

We don't enjoy THIS type of cold...

I am quite convinced that noone is reading this because the posts are getting less and less frequent, so I will make do and write as if we DO have friends—imaginary ones are always fun!

We have the worst headcolds. Ever. Even my teeth hurt (perhaps I have scurvy?)
So once again, we are too poorly to write of anything of interest as our life for the past week and a bit has been:
Cough
Splutter
Sniff
Gurgle
Moan
...and there is no sign yet that we are on the mend.

P.S. I am being VERY considerate in the image I have uploaded to accompany this post...it wasn't my first idea...

Interruption to programming

Apologies to those few that actually DO read our feeble musings...we've been a bit remiss with updating since our last post. C is pretty busy at the moment (see previous post) and I have succumbed to migraines. Unfortunately, they have not let up since our arrival here in England and I am visited by them on average about twice a week—still. Thankfully, they haven't increased AND I don't have the humidity of Sydney to deal with as well!

So, with 4 days each week with some monstrous troll pushing knives into my eyes and through my temples, and 3 days with post-recuperative exhaustion, I haven't had all that much time to feel happy, and less time to sit in front of a computer. Until I get over this particular trough in life's highs and low, I'll have to leave you with some archival footage.

Thank you to Jane, Lib & Ben, Rach & Mike, Jen &Bren, Jen & Mike, Mark & Leanne, Stephjeff, and everyone else who I have temporarily and shamefully forgotten who have expressed their concerns over my health. It means a great deal.

Normal programming will recommence shortly. Stay tuned—it may even be tomorrow!