Posts Tagged 'cold'

Grab the lube big boy

My car is sick.

There are some crazy noises coming from the front left of the car, so much so that now it’s a head turner for all the wrong reasons.  Ok it’s never been a head turner for the right reasons since I bought it but its more functional than anything else.  Too old to be contemporary, to new to be a classic, in that grey spot somewhere between.

A colleague tells me that because of the cold weather (we hit -18C a few times this week!) the bushings need lubed up as they are rubbing, he says it an easy fix.  Hopefully.  I’ve got no mechanic friends out here and fear the garage bill if it goes in……..

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A big fat f**k you

Having waited so so long, and so patiently to get snowboarding again I spent the first day of the season not snowboarding but at home.

I got up this morning early to beat the line up and be one of the first up the mountain, even if it meant standing still for over an hour before the lifts opened but my head was pounding and doing anything simple (such as blinking) was a cause of pain.  

Gutted.

I have had 3 different types of over the counter meds at 3 points throughout the day and I still feel rough, I’m now resorting to some spicy curry as I think its sinus related. 

Fingers crossed.

On the road again

So I’m currently in Barcelona which is good, I have a few days spare, which is better, but I am so full of cold that I think I’m going to hold up in my hotel room till I’m actually required to do anything of purpose. 

Seems a waste with the city just there but I would rather think that I have been and didn’t get the chance to see the city than I forced myself to wander round feeling like crap and then resent it. 

I did get the chance to go around the city last night when I was just at the ‘bit of a cold’ stage rather than today’s ‘arrrgh my head.  I feel hot. No cold.  No wait hot again’.   One thing that Barcelona has that I don’t miss is smoking in the bars.  Not preaching as last night it didn’t really bother me but the damp smokey smell you get from you hair in the shower the next morning (when you don’t feel well even more so) sucks. 

Worth a shout out is the sweetest old lady in the world ever who I sat beside on one of my flights who gave me a penny she found for good luck on my travels.  She was in her 90’s heading home to Michigan and just really friendly and intersted in chatting to the random punter she was stuck on a plane beside.  Me. 

Not woth a shout was the dutch guy I sat beside on my next flight. I cant even bring myself to type about that just now.  Lets just say in a competeion of “who sat beside the worst guy ever on a flight” I have a beauty of an entry.