I’ve come to the conclusion that lately tissues have become my best companions.

I’m on day 11 (at least) of the lastest cold sweeping Sydney. Like most colds on me, this one has stayed firmly a head cold. Smell is a distant memory. So is taste. For all the nervous jibes about swine flu, which this isn’t, my rough calculations of the numbers based on buses and coughing at work have I think about 20% of Sydney affected. I don’t know if I have had once or twice now but regardless I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

PB has had it for a week now and its the sickest I ever want to see him.

I’ve been going to work most days at least for some of the day. I haven’t really been functioning though; rather letting a lot more through to the keeper ang againd only really able to think of those things that were immediatly “in my face”. This had the inteesting effect of making my job look a lot smaller than it in fact is, something which is an illusion but is none the less a disappointing feeling. It was also my week  “acting up’ as the manager of the ‘team” of which I am a mtember. It’s been very quiet on that front, but I wanted to at least be there.

The dull haze is settling again. If  I’m quiet over the next few days you know why.

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Yesterday, for various reasons I could barely move. After a restless night tossing and turning with back pain I could not get out of bed. In addition, I had quite literaly a pain in the bottom. This makes sitting in a wheelchair even more challenging than usual, Unfortunately being in bed or sitting in the shower ceased to be tolerable as well.

In the end it was resolved after some discussion that a bath in which I could float was the ticket.

I have not lived in a home with a bath for at least five years — although I often stayed in one in England a few years back.

I live in a single bed apartment in the “inner west” of Sydney with a shower which as I said wasn’t doing the trick.

However, PB has just settled on a place a few kilometres up the road; a two bedroom double brick 1930′s cottage with lovely art deco features throughout and a nice modern accessiblish kitchen (I’m happy). It also has a 1960′s bath tub which was perfect for the task.

So the help of a trusted friend was enlisted (the house has a bad step ramp currently — to be corrected in coming weeks), and I was delicately shipped off to the house to ease my ills.

The bath was indeed sublime and the ideal antedote to my ills. The bath was the exact replica of many a bath I had enjoyed at my grandmother’s house as a after our journeys to Sydney from the country where I passed my child and teen years from 8 years old. It was a pleasent memory and one I enjoyed.

In addition the photo is as the caption suggests the view from the tub in mid morning light, even now in late Autumn. Very

nice.

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