Oh. For. Folks'. Sake. I'm. So. Ill

Hello there, I am so ill, it isn't even funny, not that it's funny when I'm usually ill. I have the worst cold I have ever had. Ever. Since last week, I have been surrounded by germs, whether it be a man on a bus who kept coughing and sneezing, dirty computers at school with over the top bacteria or my friends Toby and Alex licking the back of my hand when I wasn't paying attention because they realised that I don't like to be licked (Because that's a thing they do). I mean come on, it was hard to avoid the nasty cold. But I digress, on with the post.

Song of the week - Jonny Kearney & Lucy Farrell - Letters to Lenore

Monday

I'm not sure if it happened this particular day because it happens literally every day. One word, the word that must not be spoken because it just feels wrong. Stagecoach. I hate this company with a passion, the whole setup of public transport buses puts my stomach on edge. So it's pouring with rain, I stand alongside some other bus-takers and wait for the 15X, this is a bus which is never on time, it literally surprises me when it is on time, to the point where I have to check my watch hasn't stopped. I get on, sit down on the right side in the middle because I only sit on the right side of any vehicle. Sad, I know. The music is on and the bus ride is going fine, there's a sticky patch on the floor but I try not thinking too much about it, when suddenly a giant of a man gets on, literally huge, he falls into the seat next to me, pulls out a hanker-chief and coughs, only half on the cloth. This happens until we near where I have to get off, I panic, this man is quite old, is he able to stand up to let me off the bus or is he going to stay seated and make me climb across him? Will I have to forcibly move him to get past him or will he fight back? Maybe he does want a fight. I look down at myself to see I am not in peak physical shape and realise that I could not take on this man in a fight. I then contemplate just waiting it out, missing my stop entirely and out of politeness and social embarrassment just stay on the bus until this man needs to get off. Just as my crazy train of thought builds up into whether I should make a big thing of pressing the button, maybe nod at him at the same time, he presses the button, he is getting off at the same place as me. I get off and I have never seen that giant of a man since. Maybe he reads minds.

Thursday

This is the day where I spent the afternoon in the local library. No, really, I did. I spent the morning doing some ICT coursework and generally moping around being very ill, but in the afternoon I had to get out. I decided to sit in the nice warm library rather than the nice warm house. I walked through the misty entrance into a world where it was clear that I was out of my depth, I had no idea what the normal behavior was in a library, do people normally just sit down and read? Am I supposed to announce what I read to my piers? Do I take down a piece of classic English literature, turn to the rest of the room and say in my poshest accent, 'I will now be reading a piece of classic English literature', furthermore will people then look up from their classic English literature and applaud me, will I be congratulated and told that it was a fantastic read and that I should come here more often? No, what actually happened is I sat down with non fiction book called ' Kent's crime', great opening, satisfying middle, disappointing end.

So sorry for the briefness of this week's post, I am so tired and ill I think I will just go to bed, maybe a relaxing Sunday will kill off this cold, cheers for reading.

Until next week

Will :)