I've got a real talent for acquiring ailments you read about in Jane Austen and Wilkie Collins novels. Last night I went for my favourite walk down towards the Thames and stood in the howling wind. Why? Because I love being outside at night. I didn't notice the cold creeping into my bones, though, and this morning I woke up sick with a chill. I get them (as does my mother) fairly frequently. The feeling of cold being lodged in your bones that no amount of hot coffee will shift. In fact, coffee makes it worse because you feel so terribly, terribly sick with it.
So I've been moping (no work at the moment, so I'm at home) and trying to get some job applications done. I know that food is the way for me to heal myself most of the time, but was really struggling to think of anything that I wanted to eat. Until I opened the freezer.
My lunch today was a plain tortilla wrap with 5 piping hot roasted fish fingers inside it. That is all. It was hearty, and warming, and unhealthy enough to feel naughty. I've had plenty of fruit and vegetables lately, so I don't feel like I've skimped on vitamins, and my gosh it helped.
Nose resolutely, and much less coldly, back to the grindstone, I think!
Happy Thursday x
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