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Ah yes, I'd almost forgotten. The other irritating thing about colds is that when you can't breathe through your nose you have to walk around with your mouth hanging open the whole time, making you look totally gormless. Joy.

Pub was fun last night, although since the whole point of eating before I got there was so I wouldn't be tempted by unhealthy pub food it was probably a mistake to get there and almost immediately order a dessert. Still, toffee and apple sponge, mmmm. And I do have a cold so I thought I deserved to pamper myself a bit... In which spirit, in fact, I've just picked up a yummy-looking slice of cherry cake from the office sandwich shop; when I bit into it I discovered it was actually a cherry and coconut cake. Bonus double yum. Mmmmm.

So, yes. That pretty much seems to have been my life for the last 24 hours: blowing my nose, looking gormless, feeling irritated, and eating desserts. I'm going to have to find something more interesting to do soon :-)

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How curious.

For the last day and a half, since feeling recovered enough from my cold to go back to work, I've been dazzlingly brilliant at work, at least by my usual standards. Problems I've been daunted by for weeks have melted away before me, five or six moderately big outstanding tasks have all been completed and solved in the course of today, and I've been spotting potential headaches literally years in advance and heading them off before they arrive. I've been feeling really good about myself, and in spite of losing one and a half days to illness this week, I've still come home today considering it to be the best week's work I've put in in quite some time.

It's curious, therefore, that in the same day and a half outside work, I have been consistently, persistently and unremittingly incompetent in all other areas. I left my shaver's recharge cord carefully plugged in this morning and unaccountably failed to attach the actual shaver to the far end of it; this evening I made a phone call following up an SMS I'd sent last night without thinking to first check whether I might have received an answer by SMS; I've dropped things, lost things, forgotten things, stared into space gormlessly, and when I've got bored enough to play FreeCell I've even been more useless than usual at that.

Perhaps I should have gone back to work!