I’ve spent much of this week ploughing through websites on various infectious diseases. This is for work, I might add.
When you spend any length of time looking at that sort of stuff you end up convinced you have rotaviral gastroenteritis, brucellosis, shigellosis or possibly the humble scabies.
True: I don’t have any symptoms, per se, but who’s to say that itch behind the ear isn’t the start of Murray Valley encephalitis? Eh?
Holiday
I shouldn’t be bothering about that sort of thing really, as I’m going away for the weekend, starting tomorrow. A family wedding up near Merimbula.
Movember
The good thing about going away is, by the time I come back it will be December. I’m all for doing things for charity and I’m sure everyone involved is having a laugh, but my god there are some guys walking around Melbourne at the moment with some obscene facial hair.
Ug.
Running
I made it in to work with the birds this morning and took myself off in the direction of Anderson street. 6 trips up and down and I was heartily sick of the place. It’s not so much the hill as all the Porsche four-wheel-drives that park along there, dropping off young Phoebes and Sarahs.
What possible need could anyone have for a Porsche four-wheel-drive?
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