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Some things and some people have to be approached obliquely, at an angle.


Sunday was a nice, clear, cold winter's day. At the moment, I will take what I can get. Here is the view south down the Derwent estuary.

I'm laid up in bed with whatever it was that has been troubling Henry. Symptoms include a hacking cough, chest pain, an upset stomach, and a general lethargy akin to being stuck at work late. I do believe that today will be the first time ever that I actually taken a sick day. I expect that admission to see me stripped of my title of "Australian", where the Great Australian Sickie is revered more than any frivolous claim to, I dunno, curing cancer.

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Sue said…
Oooohhhhhh...poor boy! Hope you are feeling better soon.
Usually when I take a sickie I actually get sick not long after. It's Karma!
Roddy said…
There is sick and there is sick. The great Aussie sickie is when your company gives you x number of sick days and so you don't loose them you of course take them. As Sue said as soon as you run out of sickies you actually get sick. As I say, I have never had a sick day in thirty nine years, although I have had enough sickness. I work through it. I have however been in hospital on a number of occasions.
yamini said…
Hi Kris,
Hope u are recovered by the time u read this.
How is Henry and Ezra and Jen?

We got our first monsoon showers yesterday evening here in Delhi, so, the weather is warm and cool by turns, which means we also have to take care not to catch flu that is quite common around this time of the year.

You can ask Henry and Ezra to read u stories in bed, that will definitely make u feel better.
Sue said…
Well, Roddy...did you get a medal? If truth be known...my first 39 years were one big 'sick day'...if you know what I mean!! hehehe
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, better now.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I could do with a monsoon.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, did you bring a note?

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