Rain, rain go away.

Yesterday it rained for what seemed like ages. Is was ages... it woke me up at about 5 am and it was still raining when I crawled into bed at about 10 pm. As the song goes, I can't stand the rain. I simply can't understand people who say "Oh I love winter" - what is there to love? Especially here where it is so humid that the cold gets into your bones; where any amount of rain is bound to cause mega car stoppage, floods inside and outside houses and walls to fall down. Here in my house, I have a flooded entrance and bathroom - great.
Besides, as everyone who knows me knows, it only takes a whiff of cold weather for me to suddenly develop the flu.

So, yesterday, I ventured out of the house at 4.30 pm (only because I had to go to work). In the process of getting from car to workplace, I wet my shoes and therefore, socks. So I spent a couple of hours with wet feet. By the time I got home at 7 pm I just knew I'd be sick today. And lo and behold, I woke up with what felt like glass in my throat, as well as 101 fever. There was no way that I could miss work/teaching so I duly had a couple of panadols with my honey and lemon and braved the great outdoors, feeling absolutely ghastly. After 2 classes I had to do an interview with someone for a magazine and then go to various places with the hubby to do things I had been putting off for ages and which simply had to be done today.

After each place, I kept on saying to myself: "Just one more place, just one more and then I'll go home". In the end, after nearly fainting at SISA supermarket, I gave up and came home to chicken soup and bed. Or so I thought. I decided to put the p.c. on - BIG mistake! I couldn;t resist the 'pull of the blog'. So here I am typing when I really, really should be in bed. And even worse, I stupidly opened my work email and have a nice big stack of emails which need to be worked upon - boo! Will this day ever end?!

*groan*