Borderline

I felt so rough yesterday. I am hoping that I can get through today, go for a drink with some friends tonight and then make it home at a reasonable time without feeling like death warmed up. I thought I’d managed to shake off the cold I had but it seems to have come back with a vengeance.

Yesterday we had a Christmas party at work. It was a very low key thing, as no-one wanted to do anything too much. We just had a quiz and brought along some food and drink and had a bit of a laugh for a couple of hours. The team I was in won the quiz (very convincingly) and this may have been due to our expert knowledge of Christmas cracker jokes, as we came up trumps in that round. One of the questions was “where should a dressmaker build their house?”. We had a long think about this one and I came up with two answers, one of which my colleagues refused to write down. The answer I gave was “Soham” (as in “sew ‘em”. Get it?”). I did finally get them to agree to allow me to write it down. Had the joke been about children then I can understand that it would be an offensive answer, but it is just the name of a place, despite the rather horrible connections with it now. We did get a point for it!*

This weekend will not be a quiet one. My nephew is coming to stay tomorrow and will need a lot of entertaining. We will be making some things, watching a DVD, going out to see some Christmas lights and other such things. I did say to my sister that as he is the reason Christmas has been cancelled I might make him do all my household chores instead. Somehow I don’t think I would get away with this though.




*The correct answer was “on the outskirts of town”, in case you are desperate to know.