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Six hours of purgatory on the phones with this goddamn cold. The first half of the shift was just about bearable (apart from one bloke with a hostile attitude) but from about 6.30 onwards I was really suffering, with the blocked itchy nose and, every so often, the presence of phlegm in my throat cutting into my speech. Worse, during the second half the cold really affected my voice, so for three hours I was doing interviews sounding like the guy in the 70s Tunes commercial who was travelling to Dottinghad. And every interview meant 20 minutes or more of holding in when I needed a blow. At the end of each one, the moment I put the phone down I had to have a massive honk. Yecch.
Looking on the bright side, at least the cold hit me in a week when I don't have work again until Friday. Fingers crossed it won't be so bad by then.
Stood around outside in the cold after the shift waiting for my taxi. When it was five minutes late I rang the taxi company, who said the driver had been unable to find my place of work - he's new to the area - and was outside the Holiday Inn, over half a mile away. The lady in the taxi office wanted me to give directions, but I wasn't sure of the route starting from the Holiday Inn, so I resignedly told the lady I'd walk there.
At that very moment, thank goodness, Sandi drove out of the entrance, pulled up alongside me and asked if I was OK. She ran me to the Holiday Inn, where we couldn't see a taxi anywhere, so I rang the taxi firm again - the driver had now found my workplace! Fortunately he drove back to the Holiday Inn and at last we were on our way.
Home for a hot honey and lemon and Movie Connections, then stayed tuned for Inside Sport as they were doing a little piece on the England women's team. The theme was 'wouldn't it be great if England's top players were professional like the USA's?' It would be absolutely lovely, but what we have to do first is find a way of getting lots more people coming to domestic women's matches. Brian Barwick's suggestion is to play in the summer. I'm undecided as to whether that would help much or not...
I'm feeling about as energetic as a limp rag, and have to be up in the morning for the dentist, so 'night folks.
Looking on the bright side, at least the cold hit me in a week when I don't have work again until Friday. Fingers crossed it won't be so bad by then.
Stood around outside in the cold after the shift waiting for my taxi. When it was five minutes late I rang the taxi company, who said the driver had been unable to find my place of work - he's new to the area - and was outside the Holiday Inn, over half a mile away. The lady in the taxi office wanted me to give directions, but I wasn't sure of the route starting from the Holiday Inn, so I resignedly told the lady I'd walk there.
At that very moment, thank goodness, Sandi drove out of the entrance, pulled up alongside me and asked if I was OK. She ran me to the Holiday Inn, where we couldn't see a taxi anywhere, so I rang the taxi firm again - the driver had now found my workplace! Fortunately he drove back to the Holiday Inn and at last we were on our way.
Home for a hot honey and lemon and Movie Connections, then stayed tuned for Inside Sport as they were doing a little piece on the England women's team. The theme was 'wouldn't it be great if England's top players were professional like the USA's?' It would be absolutely lovely, but what we have to do first is find a way of getting lots more people coming to domestic women's matches. Brian Barwick's suggestion is to play in the summer. I'm undecided as to whether that would help much or not...
I'm feeling about as energetic as a limp rag, and have to be up in the morning for the dentist, so 'night folks.
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