"You feeling alright? You're looking a bit peaky!" said my mum this morning. J also said I was looking a bit peaky the other day - and it's always 'a bit' peaky - it never reaches full on peaky status. Good friend I also mentioned my peakiness last week - it's official then. I am a bit peaky.
I don't like being told I am a bit peaky. I think I am just fine, with a slight cold. But once it is elevated to peakiness, then I start to feel peaky, and from there on in it is a spiralling circle of doom.
What is 'peaky' anyway? Where did this word come from? Peaky apparently means 'not at your peak' so not at your best. This sort of translates to me that basically I just look rough. Nice. Always what a girl wants to hear.
So to combat looking rough, my chosen weapons are lem-sip, sleep, and snuggly jumpers. This would be the weekend when I really wanted to get on and write, wouldn't it? I have managed zero editing, and even clicking the document open seems a tough call to make. Yet back at work tomorrow (as you just know these sort of cold things get better for working days) and I will rue my missed opportunity. Maybe I could print out the bit I want to work on and find myself a quite corner at lunch? See - now that feels pro-active. But then I have to actually turn on the printer, and find paper, and click 'print...
*yawns again and buries head under quilt*