Oh long weekends, how I love thee.
I especially love long weekends when I’ve been working my guts out and desperately need the downtime to recover.
Long weekends are traditionally party weekends as well. For this Queen’s birthday long weekend I received invites to two christenings and one cocktail party – all on the same day, a good 300km between each (isn’t that always the way?)
But my body had other ideas and sent me a giant STFU by way of a cold.
So instead of all the socialising and resting that I’d planned, I made friends with these guys instead.
I cancelled all my plans and planted myself firmly on the couch in front of the TV. I had a Jason Segel movie marathon. I also watched Lars and the Real Girl again. One of the most beautiful movies ever; it still makes me cry.
I’ve gone through a box of tissues and two bottles of cough medicine. I’ve developed a loving relationship with nasal spray antihistamine (how have I never used these before?) and Vick’s Vapo Rub.
Of course, now that the long weekend is officially over I’m feeling bucketloads better. As if my body knew all along that I had three days up my sleeve to reboot.
Damn you, body.