Days 16 and 17 - Oh dear... Dec 10 & 11.

Today is my brother’s birthday, so happy birthday Dave.  Sorry we won’t be dropping in.

Again, not  a good night but Paula slept like a log.  (She claims it must have been the foot massage before bed!)  We didn’t stir until 9:50am and I felt terrible.  Sore throat, heavy head, eyes that objected to daylight and the obvious signs of an extended rough patch.  Into the Coldral capsules big time, but they weren’t anything more than helpful.

Trying to get fresh air on the balcony (which is what I needed) was hopeless as the fag smoke from 704 was invasive – as usual.  A trip to the front desk to complain brought the standard response “we can’t do anything”.

We did OK at trivia but the winners were 4 better.

Dinner was enlivened by the ‘offer’ of purchasing a shot glass which would then be filled with limoncello.  I tried it but it wasn’t really cold enough - and I spilled half mine anyway... 

The production show in the theatre was “Words and Music” which was pretty good, as always.  The production shows are always worth watching, but some appeal more than others.

Bad Night, Worse Day

Terrible night and had to stay in bed most of the day. A lack of coffee probably didn’t help but all I could manage all day was a bowl of soup.  We cancelled our booked trip in Port Douglas tomorrow, which was the much proclaimed train and sky ride, as facing a long hot day was the last thing I could probably have coped with.  I bet the smokers have no idea of the misery they can cause the sensitive non-smokers.  Fortunately, the tour desk managed to on-sell our tickets so we didn’t lose out financially.  Coldral is keeping me afloat – just.

Happy birthday to Jill and sorry we are not at your BBQ...