A weekend before a streaming nose

I woke up this morning with my brain streaming from my nose. It has to be my brain because my sinuses can’t possibly produce this amount of snot. (Current peak at a whole bog roll per 2 hours.) Also, I feel dumber – my brain is like soup dribbling out of my nostrils.

Had I known, I would’ve spent the weekend hunting down cold-endurance supplies. My visits to both Boots and Superdrug this morning didn’t work out. It’s not Vicks stocking time? My nose disagrees.

For the majority of the weekend I needed some inspiration. It wasn’t that I was uninspired, I needed some motivation. Not that I was unmotivated, I needed a little direction.

There’s so much to do, where do you start?

Tomos James