Good Girl, Me

This here is the last of my course of antibiotics for my flu. I am usually one of those people all the reports talk about – the ones who don’t take all of the antibiotics prescribed to them.
Good work me for finally managing to take pills for a whole week.

Ahmed’s Dreamatorium = Shark Jump

No.
Enough now Community. Dean’s half man half woman outfit and Ahbed’s ridiculous Dreamatorium was too much surrealism for me. Cancel series recording.

Dog Park

There have been no Pigalina updates since Monday because photos of mounds of tissues and other flu paraphernalia are unpleasant.
Tobias has been a loyal companion over the past few days, hanging out with me on the sofa while we cleared the back-log of cheesy horrors and rom-coms that had been recorded.
Today is my first outing, other than to the doctor or shop for tissues and pills. I have brought Tobias to the dog park to rid some of the guilt of him being trapped, bored, at home.
How he has so much wee in him is beyond me.

Quois Boy on the Plane? Quois?

When I was flying back from Rotorua last week there was an agitated boy sitting directly behind who kept wailing “Quois Mama? Quois?” He thumped the plane wall and sulked about the trip he was going on.
He then proceeded to wheeze and cough the phlegmiest coughs for the duration of the flight – without covering his mouth.
I have a question for him! Why don’t you cover your mouth? I am so ill. I blame him.

(By the way, that medicine is the worst I have ever tasted, avoid).