This last week has been somewhat disjointed, and I don't really know how to approach it really. First, there was the tiring weekend - bathrooming, cooking and then cleaning the H-D mansion. Then what do you know but bollocks! it's Monday again and it feels like we've achieved nothing for yet another weekend! An amazingly good start to the week at work, which was suddenly tripped up by yet another mutated version of a cold (of course!) that left noses dribbling, beating headaches and dizziness. Cue drugs and disgustingly tasting remedies that knock you for six and which Granny would have been proud of. Let's face it - anything that tastes that bad probably has the ground up reminants of stouts and weasels bits mixed in a dash of drugs and a slice of lemon on taste decoy patrol.

However, the major part of this week has been The Aussie. My cuz received bad news from home on Monday night which, in fairness he was dealing with for the most part. Worried but dealing with. But then late on Wednesday night, more news came back which has basically floored and devastated him. I won't talk about it here - I had never met the person involved but all I can say is that they must have been one hell of an individual to have made such a deep affect on cuz.

Because of events, Talkative Sis has gone for the mothering measure - clucking after him, taking him around with her avec les rugrats to keep him buzy. Which does admittedly take his minds off things, but this tactic's also infected him with the aforementioned mutant cold, which on high emotions, hockey games and lack of sleep has not gone down too well. Cue Sim with hot doped lemon toddies which taste far far superior to those other granny remendies and can use up all those disgusting alcohols that you've been meaning to drain into the next party punch. As you can see, I've adopted the slightly offset you know I'm here if you want to talk kinda thing but in the meanwhile, let's watch funnies like A Bears Tail or even Team America with it's ridiculous but rather hilarious puppet sex which is bound to have you slightly wetting your pants or covering your eyes approach. And while he may not laugh as deep or heartily as usual, the fact that he does occassionally laugh a little gives an inkling of bit of slow healing hope. And hopefully, he knows that I'm here if he needs me.