Tales from Falsidehill

The hay fever blues

James is reminiscing with his old Warren G album downstairs (‘The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble’) so I thought I’d take the opportunity to reacquaint myself with my faithful old blog. It’s been a while. You may have wondered if I’m still alive. Well, I am indeed alive, but the way my hay fever has hit me over the past few weeks, sometimes I feel a bit dead.

I often underestimate the effect hay fever has on my life, but it’s like a never-ending cold that just exhausts me and brings my mood down. It’s been so bad this year that I’ve even started taking antihistamine tablets again after a couple of years without them. But now I remember why I stopped taking them; they don’t work and they’re damn expensive.

My glorious new ‘Northern Exposure 28 disc DVD box set’ has accompanied me in some of my darkest hay-fever-filled hours. I managed to get through 32 episodes in six days, which sounds a bit overindulgent but I feel no shame. I feel quite lucky to be able to watch that many episodes of a TV show in a short space of time without feeling remotely bored. And I still have 78 episodes to go!

Randomness:

Look at this stunning picture James took of my dad on Father’s Day. And here’s another nice photo from that day:

Craig is coming back to Hollyoaks for his sunset ending with John Paul! I am beyond excited!

I dropped a fire extinguisher on my foot weeks ago and it still hurts.

Tribal Wives on BBC2 is so inspiring that I’m tempted to go and live with a tribe in the jungle. I’m just not sure where I would plug in my hair straighteners.

Season 2 of Dexter starts this Sunday!! We usually record it and watch it on a Saturday whilst eating lunch. (Programmes about serial killers are best watched in daylight, and the act of eating is known to reduce anxiety.)