It is cold in Brighton. Winter is here. And I have a gross little cold that doesn’t want to leave me alone. I called in sick to work this morning, and slept most of the day away, watching movies and surrounding myself with tissues and orange juice when I was awake. I’m hoping that the Nyquil I brought over from America (an elixir of the Gods that is not sold in this country-I think because it has some alcohol in it?) really knocks it out of my sorry immune system tonight. Tomorrow is our staff Christmas party at school and I really want to go! It’s going to be another early night for this little lady.