Hello, world

I've been knocked further off my perch by bugs and germs this past week than by anything in a very long time.  After a sleepless night coughing my lungs up, overslept and missed my Nursey appointment.  Receptionist from hell "Well, she won't see you now", "Yes, she will..".  Stood there, unwashed, no breakfast [must remember pills when I get home] swaying slightly, waiting to be sorted.  

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Unexpectedly lifted out of feebleness and self-pity [slef-puty briefly, may stick with that in future] by a newspaper article:  music dilates the blood vessels, John Denver in particular, so it goes.  Now strangely, for someone currently listening to Gilbert O'Sullivan (effortlessly following the Undertones - how does that Genius software work exactly?), I have no John Denver.  But the ipod's back on its hub, after a week's silent misery.  Instant cheer.  And look, the camera's back, and I'm a yoga teacher again (well, technically), and the magic of Dabur's Meswak toothpaste may yet cure me of all my ills.

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Sorted the paper quagmire on my desk;  pleasantly surprised by forgotten scraps that had settled to the bottom.  New 'to do' list of 20 or so, none of which look as daunting as yesterday.  I'm clearly recovering.

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The Tubes 'Don't Touch Me There' reminds me of so very long ago.  Was it Suzi I queued up outside Hammersmith with?  Or she who vanished?  

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Clearly in danger of listing every song as it comes on.   So I'll leave you all in peace now.

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Nursey a little too pleased with herself as she made thrice weekly appointments for me, all the way through to 2nd January.  Isn't there a chance I might not need them by then?  Thank you everyone for generous offers - reckon I'm sorted for hospital escorts to the end of January now, and even have a couple of you in reserve for emergencies.

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