A wonderfully archaic sounding word — convalesce — what people in the 19th century retired to the sea-side to do. Well today I joined them, spending most of the day lying on the couch or dozing in bed, trying to get over the bronchitis. It must have worked to some degree, late in the afternoon I started to feel cabin-fever and headed out for a walk. Down to the swing-bridge and around on the beach for a while, the tide is out a long way and there’s hardly any water left in the Erskine estuary.
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Journal for [2003-02-12 Wed]・ 1 mins
Yay, I’ve found myself a best man… and about time too. I’ve been meaning to ask him for a a couple of months, finally got around to it this evening! …and more strange coincidences. Too lazy this morning to make my lunch, so I walked over to the Campus Centre to buy some. Turned around to come back and bumped into a good friend of mine that I haven’t seen for about three years!.. [cont.]