1.45pm, Thursday 19 August, 2010.
It's just lovely in sunny Sydney. A glorious winter day, blue skies, light breeze, laundry flapping.
Me - I'm grounded with a killer cold, that I've had on and off for four weeks now.
I've developed a 100-tissue a day habit, my nose looks like Rudolph, and the rest of me looks like crap!
At least Possum is happy - except when I'm having a coughing fit, and need to make an urgent dash, he has a warm body to sit on or snuggle up to (warm as in feverish, though
)