Eye Candy

To give you some idea of the scale of my illness recently I will tell you that I had within two feet from me the books Living Retro by Andrew Weaving and Mid-Century Modern by Bradley Quinn constantly for four days, and I did not look at them once. *waits for the audience to understand the  enormity of said feat*. Not one time did I think 'ooh I know, I'll flick through this to cheer me up'. Because I was so ill I couldn't. *shakes head* tragic.

THAT'S how ill I was.

Now, however, I am sufficiently recovered for plumped up pillows and eye candy on the knee with tchai steaming seductively beside me, which, I can confirm, knocks whimpering in the foetal position for four days into a cocked hat, that's for damn sure. So if I am to be knobbled by sickness, and am lucky enough for it to be pain-free, I can think of no better way to endure it than to cuddle up to books like these for a few days.

Lickable, isn't it? You may have seen the Sofa of My Dreams in there somewhere...

Comments

[Amanda]

Good to hear you are recovering.

[Mu Mu Design]

only just :S

[manda mcgrory]

Sorry that you've been feeling so completely crap! I think we both know that I fully understand the enormity of your statement!! Scary! Hope you're on the mend xxx

[Mu Mu Design]

I am on the mend, thankfully! it'll take another two weeks to degunge the house of man funk and salvage my kitchen from under the layers of crap my menfolk have left for me...hicky birdy for the other day btw. I dont ask about your Mom because you never know if it's the right thing to ask, but you both are always in my thoughts {hug}