Snow and Flu

It seems the Gods just keep conspiring against me to prevent me from getting into work – first the God of health and now the weather God. I arrived home from my snowboarding holiday with trillions of fluey germs and was confined to the sofa for a few days of recovery, too weak to even lift my pen (well may laptop actually but as a writer pen sounds more melodramatic) and now I’m snowed in. And as we all know the UK just doesn’t cope well with snow. Scrub that last remark….the UK just doesn’t cope.

I did manage to lift my laptop to send one email to Emma and Jenny (the Ice Blue bosses - see our Team Page profiles) as my voice was too croaky to be understood on the phone and Emma thought it was quite funny so I thought I’d publish an extract of it as a blog post (as I've been so lame at writing any others for a while now. I promise to rectify that with a little help from the God of blogging). See below:

“I'm so sorry to have gotten ill after my holiday - actually I got ill ON my holiday, oh joy!! The law of the great God named Sod struck again by allowing me to go on holiday, relax and therefore get ill. I had been feeling a bit run down for weeks but refusing to give in and then it all came out I think. Of course it didn't help that I decided I was going to ignore it and dose myself up on super-strong cold and flu tablets, Vitamin C and lots of caffeine and go up the hill still. I think the final straw was the freezing cold air rushing at speed down my throat as I surfed the beautiful fresh, virgin powder (don't cry).......for one day at least. I was actually happy that the next day was rainy as I stayed tucked up under a duvet looking at the mountains out of the window from my position on the sofa with a DVD for company.

Then came the day from hell which I think pushed me over the edge into the dark depths of the pit of fluey illness - the journey home, aaaahhh! I have never had a bad journey from Geneva before so I think this one balanced out the many, many good ones I've had, as it was an absolute nightmare. The rain had turned to snow and it had dumped heavily all night so we left Morzine early to get to Geneva on time, again heavily dosed up with hardcore French medication, only to make it safely down the mountain and arrive at Geneva to find the airport closed due to technical problems caused by bad weather!! I then spent the next couple of hours lying on the floor of the airport on Andy's coat, covered by my coat, praying that some flights from UK would be able to land so we could get on one out of there. Luckily our flight made it and we left the growing hoards in the arrival area only to have to wait on another, equally uncomfortable, floor by the Gate. We then celebrated as we made it onto the plane until we discovered we had to wait another 2 hours to get a slot to take off!! I managed to clear a whole row to lie down on by having an almighty coughing fit - I recommend it to get people to move away from you! We eventually made it to Gatwick but discovered that our bags hadn't and they were still in Geneva - oh the joys of flying Sleazy Jet.

So when I eventually made it home I was totally exhausted, feverish, coughing, snotty, achy.....you get the picture! I can honestly say I haven't felt this rough in years, I think I actually have flu rather than a bad cold but I feel terrible about not making it to work. So massive apologies…..” blah blah, etc.