Sniff!

Flu's here in earnest - oh misery! Wearin' all my clothes again. Lots of jumpers, socks, ugg boots. Look like the Michelin man. My neighbour at college in 19... er... 1989... jeez... used to call me Michelin. Nice!

I did what I threatened to do last night. I curled up with my new book "Porcupine" till I fell asleep. It was great. I slept for another ten hours - I swear I could sleep for a week at present. I think it's the never-ending nagging "you have an assignment to do" sensation that's wearing me down!

I spent another day on the soccer field today observing. It's a pity I felt so crappy - in the last two days I developed just the tiniest spark of enthusiasm for soccer ('cause I need another hobby...) The coach made us play some of the games and I found myself getting ever-so-slightly competetive - I found myself sprinting up and down for all I was worth despite my stinging throat and exploding lungs. And I scored two tries - er - toachdowns - er GOALS! Yeah, I did that - then ran around with my arms in the air like David Beckham (with my shirt still on of course). I should probably mention, to be fair, that the individuals I was competing against were all in primary school and approximately three feet tall - and they thoroughly "smashed" (their word) us uni girls about 95% of the time.

OK. Assignment. Let's go.