Which means I shouldn’t have to go to work. MouseLung(tm) has taken residence which makes daily tasks including de-icing the car, walking up stairs or aggressive typing a trigger for a swipe on the Ventalin. Asthma is a bugger, especially when you think you have it licked. Then once or twice a year, back it comes and you feel your early year fitness disappearing. Annoying, damn right.

More annoying is this breathless event has co-incided with a dump of work stuff I’m thinking of as vocational snow. It has come unannounced from the sky, landed entirely on my head, stopping me doing what I want to be doing, and if any more falls, there’s going to be an INCIDENT. Which may involve nail-y sticks and war cries.

Again perfectly timed as we’re off on Hols for a few days to see if the dog can eat my Brothers’ house in Devon. Four people who’ve lived with the dog for eighteen months think this is pretty unlikely, one who has not is insistent that he fully expects the stairs to be gone by morning. Suits me, I can’t run up them anyway.

Anyway, this made me laugh. Not entirely work safe.

Oh I changed the site theme again, not much point really as 90{45ac9c3234d371044e23e276755ef3a4dde8f1068375defba7d385ca3cd4deb2} of hits come from RSS Feeds. I might place some nekkid ladies on here as a reward for the traditionalists who have yet to harness the power of google reader 😉