Oh dear, oh dear, oh me, how can one beautiful head produce so much mucus? Still in bed, though ventured out to the doctor today; still coughing, sore throat, streaming nose now that likes to bleed on a regular timetable. Most inelegant.
Feeling so down I decided to paint my nails. It was a good idea at that time, but trying to blow my nose without getting tissue on my wet nails proved to be tricker than I thought, if I had thought about it at all. Somehow I managed and now as I lie on bed I can spend hours admiring my nails which haven’t seen nail varnish for some time (perhaps years).
At least I can admire them until get out in better light and my teary eyes clear and I can see the poor job I have achieved and all the polish overspill onto the surrounding skin. One thing about failing eye sight is the lovely fuzzy lens that makes many things look better – a little like looking through rose coloured glasses, except nothing is rose coloured (the nail colour is EXCITE. Woowee) and the glasses prescription needs updating!