I am trying to get myself healthy one soup at a time. Given my tendency to buy vegetables and then leave them in the fridge until they turn to slop, this is a step in the right direction. I just cook up whatever I've got, blend it and bung in some cheese.
A persistent low-level meh-ness, while not being life-threatening (though not being able to breathe isn't fun), is life-shittening. And it encourages the over-use of hyphenation.
When my cough finally goes, and at the moment it's hanging around like a fucking stalker, my doctor is going to test for asthma. I think it's a foregone conclusion that I will be joining the ranks of those permanently with inhalers, which kind of pisses me off. But breathing is fairly important. Before this cough, I would get a nasty wheezy thing just from bending down; also spray-cleaning products would conspire to kill me. Cleaning the shower stall at my old flat, it was a bit like that scene from Psycho, without knives.
Anyway, in an effort to stop being a boring sickly fuck, I went out to see Skyfall last night, realising at some point in the journey that I'd left my purse at home. Oh well, I had my travel permit and an internet cinema ticket and some Pim's Framboise to nibble. What more could a girl need? Well some money for the toilet in the cinema perhaps. Watching Daniel Craig on a full to bursting bladder is not to be recommended.