Feeling a little hoarse

I want desperately to credit this image, but I have no idea how it came to be saved in my images folder. None.
Somehow, all this non-writing has taken a terrible toll on me – I’m coughing like an annoying person with a slightly chesty cough. But not nearly chesty enough that people give me a slightly crazy eye look (I know you know what I’m talking about) and say ‘ooh that sounds nasty’. We’re all guilty of it. Let’s just embrace it and we can all go back to normal.
In other news, I thought it would be a delightful idea to get back into my youthful sport of choice netball. I played WD (that’s wing defence for the uninitiated) and I did bloody well enjoy it. Despite the snow. My toes, however, did not. They were the unfortunate victims of my somewhat enthusiastic de-acceleration, Dr Google tells me. They went a rather alarming shade of mauve for a few days last week. Then a creamy colour. There is something about pastel coloured toenails that is just not right. They’re weeping. I’m weeping. He, she, it is weeping. It’s all kinds of uncool.
And, because I can, I’m going to leave you on that charming note. ENJOY.