Wednesday 25 September 2002

it's baaaaaaaaaack

I don't know if I'm just feeling this way out of sympathy for my sniffly boyfriend, but that cold I thought I had beaten seems to have returned today. I was feeling all smug that I had got rid of it before it really started and now I feel like an alien is going to burst out of my sinuses.

I'm sitting in lovely Chalfont typing this - and it is lovely today, actually. The sun is out, it's not too cold, and we're off to the pub in about 10 minutes. Hurrah! I've got to give a short presentation after lunch, and since we're not videoconferencing this time, there's no risk of getting the giggles with my workmate Andy (who's in Ft. Lauderdale at the moment). Apparently during one similar meeting, one of the authors drew a little face on an orange he was eating. Every time someone spoke (they were teleconferencing, I gather), he'd put the orange by the mic and mimic the person talking. Good thing I wasn't there for that 'cos I would have been on the floor hyperventilating. I get the giggles so easily at the most inappropriate moments, although I've yet to burst into laughter at a funeral a la Mary Tyler Moore in the "Chuckles the Clown" episode.

Rightyo, we're off! Mmm pub lunches.

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