As this week moved on, so my headache has given birth to a full-blown cold. Today the weather's turned to match, and I'm reminded of one of the biggest problems with living in a 350 year-old house: it's freezing.
My warm-up plan of an evening browsing through shops was defeated by the failure of Woodbridge's late-night shopping experiment. So I found myself in Budgens stocking up on foodstuffs that can be warmed and won't cling to the sides of my delicate throat on the way down: soup, fig rolls (30 secs in the microwave), hot chocolate.
Consume. Then a long hot bath, with the latest Time Out and heat. Sometimes I can be such a girl.
I feel miserable, but there is some good news: the jigsaw's done.
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