This weekend

was kickstarted by going to the opera (Rigoletto) on Friday night. I haven’t been to the opera in about 15 years. My stepmother took me as a treat, a night out. It was… challenging. The night wasn’t – tapas and champagne at Pony = sensational; walking around to Opera House = spectacular (this city, this city I l.o.v.e.); being in the Opera House watching opera = just lovely; but watching opera = heavy going with my restless leg syndrome, general exhaustion from the week just past, the early signs of a migraine and not being in the opera zone for so long. There were times I felt like muttering “oh just get on with it”. Gilda also wasn’t very good, and the Duke looked like a bloated Eric Bana. But still, if my sm ever needs someone to go to the opera with her, I will be raising my arm nice and high.

Saturday was stinking hot – 37C. I took the boys to the beach – which was just fantastic. It’s worth it just to see Jasper in his little rash suit. CUuuush. But I had this headache, which fast tracked itself to a migraine. I think it did this because:
a) I’d run out of the happy pills that make your bits go ping, and if I don’t take it at the same time each day, a pretty hardcore headache lets me know
b) hayfever
c) illness. It really hurts to swallow. And I have a cough which hurts my head… badly. And I have earache as well.
d) hormones. “It” is due this week.

Anyway, Saturday passed, we had pizza and watched Nanny McPhee as a family on Saturday night. That is my idea of the perfect Saturday night. E.v.e.r.y.o.n.e. slept in this morning until 7.30. Which kind of made up for the four wake-ups during the night. But my head, OH MY GOODNESS. There was vomitting, and that pain when I blinked. More Neurofen Plus (This weekend’s tally is in the vicinity of 20). Mum was fantastic in that when Jasper went down for his morning sleep, she took the boys for a cycle/scooter. The rest of the day was hazy. And my throat is killing me.

So not the best, but OK.

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Weeks ::until Christmas
  2. Cough ::ing up a lung
  3. Jail ::bird
  4. Produced ::by me!
  5. ? ::Who?
  6. Stapler ::superseded by that little silver clip thingy – like a bulldog clip but better
  7. Next ::in line
  8. Perky ::Brewster (I know, she was Punky, but let’s fact it, she was irritatingly perky as well)
  9. Oxygen ::tent
  10. Musical ::theatre

You can play too!