So I haven't written an entry so far this week. Two reasons: i've been ill and i've been a little too sad. I know, I know I have nothing to be sad about but you see I was supposed to interview for another promotion on Tuesday and Illness just does that doesn't it, knocks you for six, makes you a little more introspective for a while.

Let me make that rewinding noise and take you back to Friday. A friend of mine from high school who is living in Hong Kong is back for a couple of weeks, so of course, penniless as I am I had to go out with him (Zaf) and Dave in my home town. Brilliant night really, during which we were propositioned by an attractive group of girls (which we of course turned down) and there was a hilarious incident involving lipstick on my friends cheek. He had a bit of a fit when he realised it had rubbed off when she (innocently) kissed him goodbye on the cheek. His reason for doing this was he (rightly) believed his partner (who is also a friend of mine) would freak out. It made me realise how lucky I am (not that I didn't already know). The thing is, because Frances is so understanding, even though I was staying at my Dads, in my home town, I had a laugh with her the next day about it.

The Saturday, well I'm pretty sure I did something during the day, but for the life of me I can't think what. In the evening we went to one the house of a couple we are friends with to watch a movie, drink some wine and play some board games. I had about a bottle of wine before I started to feel really ill.

The next day was spent feeling nauceous, feverish, overtired, and I couldn't stop hiccuping. Everymovie on Netflix, Lovefilm, Sky Movies... later, 3 days off work, 1 missed job interview, hardly any food... Anyway went to the doctor, I have some pills and I went back to work today.

Today was very tough like the world was spinning around me, I walk into work, which on no food proved a million times tougher than usual. Anyway after getting into work I got an email from the HR department (where the job interview was supposed to be) asking If I could interview for it in the afternoon. So I plucked up all my energy and interviewed, I wasn't good enough, I was ill (which they knew and were very understanding). The funny thing with my workplace is I now know everyone so I always know the person interviewing me, this time one of them was sort of a friend of mine, which was a little wierd. Anyway long story short, Ill, rambling, the odd inteligent thing said. No chance I got it.

It did however put me in a good mood. No Idea why. I walked exhaustingly home, actually managed to meet something. The doctor says it will be a fortnight before I'm back to normal and I have a soar throat with a (paid) gig tomorrow, there may be a lot of instrumental bits in the bar tomorrow night. You never know, I may wake up feeling a little better tomorrow!

Anyway I'm off to bed early to listen to an audiobook. It's my new obsession, keeps me in a good mood, audiobooks from authors like Terry Pratchett mostly for walking to work. Something whimsical makes work dissapear.

I hope everyone elses week/ weekend was better than mine.

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