Very quiet weekend around here. Larry came home with the sniffles on Thursday and, except for a slightly snuffly nose, that was it for him. I, on the other hand, took the worst of it. By Friday I knew I had a cold so I didn’t do much, but when I woke up on Saturday I felt awful. I had a headache, sinus problems, a runny nose then a stuffy nose then a runny nose, a sore throat, a dry cough, a wet cough, backed up ears – you name it, I had it. I lost hearing in one ear, my voice and my sense of smell. I didn’t think I was getting out of bed.
But we had tickets to Evita and Larry tempted me with some lunch from Wagamama so I loaded up on all sorts of medicines and made it to the show. It was a good one, though it did take Mrs. Peron an exceptionally long time to die in the second half, so I was glad I went. But I was home and in bed by 7, asleep by about 9.
Woke up early on Sunday morning and felt a bit better. Fed myself more medicine and enjoyed some tea and a book in bed. Made some quesadillas to enjoy while watching the F1 Singapore Grand Prix (btw, it’s official – Singapore is as glamorous as Monaco – or so said the commentators) and was delighted that my two favourites, Hamilton and Vettel, finished ahead of my least favourite, Raikkonen. Not to mention Singapore’s PM, Lee Hsien Loong, was asked about the race and said that Singaporean’s everywhere were hanging garlic and chilies (it might have been onions and chilies) to keep away the rain. The commentators certainly didn’t know what to make of it. Nor did I, if the truth be told.
Spent the rest of Sunday reading and watching tv. I seem to have a not-so-secret love of Come Dine With Me. Every week I make menus of what I would serve people. I’ve learned some very important things from that show too.
1. Don’t make people dress up in “Mexican” ponchos.
2. Don’t prepare something on the night of your televised event that you have never prepared before.
3. Don’t prepare something that will keep you in the kitchen all night.
4. Discussions of Britain’s monarchy can become very heated amongst total strangers.
5. If you have your event catered, even if that’s how you would normally throw a dinner party, everyone will still call you a cheater.
So, common sense there really.
