You have to imagine as well a huge pile of tissues
Or here, perhap, if the guy was in a spiffy blue British Airways uniform.
You know when you travel and there's this awful person coughing and spewing germs all over and you want to kill them?
Well, that was us this time.
I hope we didn't give the crud to a whole plane-load of people.
We tried not to.
We did medicate ourselves to the edge of safety.
And sit together at the back of the plane in our own two-person row, coughing on each other mostly.
And we brought lots of tissues, and a bag to stash them in.
Still, I hope we didn't infect the masses.
I can say that a ten+ hour flight with cramps (Sair), migraine (me) and galloping crud (both of us), is pretty icky.
I can also say that British Airways people are very sweet – lots of tea and orange juice.
And what with a round trip, and a choice of lots of individually-played movies, I have now seen everything on their list that I can imagine sitting through.
(X-Files movie very unfortunate. Hellboy II, surprisingly okay. Dark Knight lovely. Mrs Pettigrew's One Day Holiday, nice. Bottle Shock very good – though I missed the end, and the dad guy was almost too annoying. Ghost Town, enjoyable, a surprise. Brideshead Revisited, well I wanted to like it, but just didn't, and it was skipping. 2001, not a movie to watch wen running a fever. And BBC news, and the map with the gigantoid plane image crawling across the map — Did I mention these were long flights?)
Finally home again, and still doing cat census.
Motley, met us at the door.
Silmi, on the couch.
Sisko, came running.
Molly, greeted me at the top of the stairs, wanting a pat and apparently believing she is my cat (yay).
The Wolf, snuck in at 9:30 this morning, but was thrilled to be picked up and patted. Is now shut in and being tame and purry. (When I don't lock him in, he runs off and sits outside in his fort and pretending to be feral.)
Boe was seen coming in for food at 3am by Sair. ("He gave me a look and went to eat.")
I want him to come in and get patted, and admit that he lives here before I count him.
Tom is staying in London a few more days, because he came out later.
Which is good, since almost as soon as he got there he came down with the crud.
The same night that Sair did – the synchronized sniffling and coughing was amazing to watch.
So I spent three days plying them both with tea and watching them sleep.
We did stumble out to the National Gallery one afternoon, and got a few errands done.
But mostly everyone else was just really sick.
So, assuming he is a bit better, Tom at least gets a few days to tourist about on his own.
Sair and I left the B&B in London at 7:30 with too much luggage (moving out of the dorm), took the Tube out to Heathrow.
We got home at 5pm here (1am London time).
I ran off and got her two veggie tacos with guac and an array of fresh salsas.
Then she had first go at the bath, and was unconscious on the couch before I got out of the tub at about 8pm (well, London time that's 4am).
So I got her a blanket and left her (Silmi on her feet, Motley at her head, and Sisko on the chair next to her).
Today is laundry, cleaning, and then off to see The Nutcracker at her ballet school here tonight.
Hey, more people to cough on!