Feeling orrrffff. Sweating. Vagueness.

Baby B and I have been feeling a bit orffff this week. First he had the vomits and then he was grizzly and feverish for days.  I don't know if it's just the God-awful weather we're having but I've had a killer headache and been a bit feverish and shivery and bleugh in the tummy and the shrapnel in me knee from the war has been giving me gip too...no, wait, that's not me, I just channeled a returned serviceman for a minute there.

Anyway whatever it is we're a bit orff.  And the weather ain't helping.  Oh, the humidity.  I think it was 99% yesterday or the day before.  I know I'm a Queenslander born and bred but I have my father's metabolism and seriously I sweat even in the middle of winter.  Dad has an excuse, he's a Belfast boy and never really acclimatised but I have no reason apart from genetics I suppose.  You know how people in the Northern Hemisphere get SAD during their long winter (Seasonal Affective Disorder)? Well I get it during our summer.  I am finding it unbearable.  And breastfeeding a sweaty little feverish baby isn't pleasant either.

Sweaty baby is sweaty.

I couldn't be bovvered cooking last night so M kindly went out and got Japanese takeaway which smelt delicious. I had a few bites AND COULDN'T EAT ANY MORE! I know.  What is going on? Maybe there is something to be said for weather so humid it saps you of your appetite.  Fingers crossed it is reflected in the ole scales!  I drank some of this with ice instead.

Good old Bickford's cord-u-gal.

This is M's preferred tipple. He was excited to find it again at Woolies.  I like it too but not as much as the lime cordial.  IS THERE NO END TO THE INTERESTING DETAILS YOU ARE LEARNING ABOUT MY LIFE!!!???

I'm going to look back at these posts one day and think "Oh cheer up you little whinging git" but oh well, better out than in, I say.

Anyway I think I almost have M convinced that air conditioning needs to happen, even if it might not be until next year in March to get a better deal. Baby steps, people.  Look, I know that back in the day no-one had it and they survived and it's bad for the environment and uses energy but I don't care I WANT IT!!!!!! WANT IT NOW!!!!  I'm supposed to embark on a jam making frenzy this week, I can't think of anything less likely to happen in this soupy weather.

Anyway I went to the shops yesterday to finish some xmas stuff and that was a blessed relief and surprisingly not too busy.  As compensation for having to sweat it out at home I purchased four new cotton sundresses.  I got them from that Crossroads place, they were dead cheap.  Of course what I really wanted was something from that nice Tree of Life shop but they were a bit more expensive, so I did what I always do and bought twenty billion cheaper crappier items that I don't like as much instead of just buying the one better quality item that I love. Dur.  Having said that they are quite nice and very cool.  Although the two on the right are a bit short. Is it just me or are ALL the dresses in the shops super short?  Does no-one have any SHAME any more?  Harlots and strumpets, everywhere I look.

I also added to the day yesterday by foolishly ringing up about a job application I was unsuccessful in, to get some "feedback".  I like my current job apart from the whole being made redundant on mat leave and getting put back on a contract, but it's a long commute and I am starting to panic about it so I'd applied for something closer to home.  The conversation with the woman was kind of like this.

Panel chair: Yes, you didn't score well on the criteria at all.
Me: Oh?
Panel chair: Yours was really very long, and you didn't use any practical examples.
Me: Oh.
Panel chair: And I remember quite clearly that your application had obviously been used for another job and you had left a whole lot of information on it from the other job, or you'd attached the wrong document or something.
Me: Oh.
Panel chair: There were lots and lots of excellent applicants who had LOTS of experience and actually ADDRESSED THE CRITERIA CORRECTLY.
Me: Oh. I see.
Panel chair: I see that you have a young baby.
Me: Yes.
Panel chair: And you were probably distracted.
Me: Probably.
Panel chair: But don't let this DISCOURAGE you!
Me: No.  Ok thank you for your time. {Hangs up, runs sobbing to bedroom and cries into pillow}.

Oh I've been such a cocky shit about this sort of thing in the past, how the mighty have fallen.  I think I just need to count my blessings and hope my brain comes back to normal in time for return to work on 7 January.

So, ever had a job application embarrassment? What's YOUR favourite cordial?  Does your body create its own tropical micro-climate wherever you go like mine does?