My voice has dissolved into a croaky squawk. I bypassed a husky, lilting whisper and went straight into a gender-bending, prepubescent, mucosal drenched grunt.
With a whole swag of flu symptoms, i've dived into the bed. I've been sleeping so much, that i now loath my bed and quilt.
So I'm pining after this sultry summer creation by Jane Brocket.
When I haven't been sleeping, I've been sipping mugs of sweet tea and watching musicals. Including the docile tones of Judy Garland in "Meet me in St Louis".
I also got a present in the mail today, from the delectable Blanket Magazine. Sure I bought it for myself but shhhhh
Out from the individually wrapped, origami envelope emerged this yummy quilt of art
Straight to the pool room you go my friend.