I have been sick since Thursday, with these symptoms:
Bubbling, crackling, wheezy lungs
I have been quite Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge about the whole thing, coughing up consumptively, quite daintily, and still carrying on with my day job. She with her corsets, obviously, me with my new Levi’s Curve ID skinny jeans that drag the loose mother-flesh up into the mid-waist area which can be nicely tucked away into a very tight singlet. Everyone wins. But I digress.
So I figured by Friday that I had pneumonia, because another mother at school had had it, and it was time I had an Objectively Acceptable Reason for Lying Down All Day. Old school pneumonia, which meant I might die (channelling Kidman again, see), or scar my lungs and always be the last one to walk up a hill/go hiking/do an aerobics class properly ever again. A damaged lung would be a sad, romantic Wuthering Heights-esque problem to have.
So, in order to avoid a terrible outcome such as outlined above, I have stayed at home, indoors, and lay on the couch and stared into middle distance and sighed a lot. I have outsourced the school run, missed the parent council meeting, missed the assembly (where, incidentally, both kids got some action – Barnaby got a bloody prize for being good and Noah sang some incomprehensible non-denominational Christmas song with his bewildered reception class…you attend these things all year, clap politely for other kids, sit through scared and whispered performances of Frere Jacques by swathes of four year olds you don’t know, all the while waiting patiently for your own to get a certificate, and MISS BOTH their glorious moments while suffering at home with Old School Pneumonia).
On Saturday, I wept a little, as the children did some very bad things, sensing my vulnerability like wolves, terrorising the both of us with noise-pollution and scribbling on the walls, refusing to do their homework and calling me “Lazyhead”. I know I should be above the name calling, but it gets me everytime.
“LAZYHEAD? What did you say? Come here and say that, young man!” on and on to infinity and beyond.
This morning was Mark’s turn to get up and by the time I got out of bed, he was wild-eyed and the children were wrestling each other, variously undressed, the breakfast things piled up everywhere, scratches on all parts of exposed flesh, and he wailed “I can’t live like this!”. Well, no, dude. Four children, five and under, in a 2 bedroomed flat in central London is MENTAL. That’s why people stare! It is for FOOLS, this large-family-schtick. But, you know, mostly happy fools, who normally just get on with it and I HAVE PNEUMONIA SO SUCK IT UP!
Anyway, time for some first world problems.
1. The cleaner has tidied away my Prada glasses and all I can find are the cheap Boots extra pair. I hate wearing glasses, but when I do, my spectacle of choice is by Prada. Now, Alina the Cleaner has HIDDEN them. It is cruel and unusual punishment to be without them, and the Boots pair not only are unstylish, but they are very thick, and make me a little bit wobbly when I walk. #doublefail
2. I cannot get through my Jilly Cooper “Riders” bonkfest in time for The Mucky Bookclub via Twitter because it is just too crap. I cannot read such dated drivel. I know that is not exactly getting into the spirit of things, but I have drawn a line. No Jilly Cooper books ever again. (Erm, admittedly am still only at page 45).
3. I have real actual bookclub with live, non-virtual adults on Thursday at my flat. I am to provide dinner. It is to be vegetarian. The fear of vegetarian cookery has been keeping me awake at 4am. Vegetarian lasagne has been done by the other bookclub attendees, as has vegetarian curry. WHAT ELSE DO VEGETARIANS EAT? Cake? Cheese? A whole lot of cheese? Any suggestions that will help me look sympathetic to the non-meat-eating cause & perhaps look a little sophisticated (but not hard, tis a school night and all…)
Sorry about the grim illness and the too too familiar weekend ghastliness. I’m now off to investigate the miracle jeans you speak of.
Poor you! Won’t you still have pneumonia by Thursday? Or be dead? Either way, you could get out of the vegetarian dinner gig.
I made a gorgeous tart with caramelised onions, goat cheese, thyme and honey on (frozen readymade but all-butter) puff pastry last week and it was yum. Slice the onions in a food processor and it’s indecently quick. Add a salad and a gallon of white wine and you’re golden.
Hope you feel better soon! x
Make this. It is easy & tastes good. Strew some coriander over top & it even looks quite pro. Love LLGxx
ps all recipes on my site are vegetarian. But mostly cake.
Risotto? With asparagus or something (or in your case probably pumpkin as it is the wrong season for you.) Or ricotta and spinach canelloni (close to lasagne but not the same, for sure.)
Other ideas: http://www.healthyfood.co.nz/recipes/2010/april/brown-rice-and-vegetable-bake
And many more at http://www.healthyfood.co.nz Search recipes, and for nutritional requirements choose vegetarian. You can also choose the meal type ‘mains’ to narrow the results.
Hope you are feeling better. And if you are very ill, I hope you have been to the doctor young lady.
I have got simplest recipe answer for you of all time. You know the lamb, halloumi & couscous recipe you gave me? Make it, but without the lamb. Roast veges + halloumi + couscous = yum. Serve yoghurt mixed with harissa paste as a side sauce. I was a vegetarian for years and can attest to loving this kind of dish.
Hope you’re feeling better soon. Pneumonia!! Awful. And doesn’t it suck how us mums don’t get a day off, even when we are at death’s wheezy door?
Oh that sounds grim – the pneumonia and the vegetarian book club!
Hope you are feeling better soon, a consumptive wheeze is just the thing for a book club night – you will get a sofa to yourself, I’m betting 🙂
Get well soon!
This http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/4540/crispy-greekstyle-pie- is lovely!
And, OHHH, can’t agree about Jilly! Dated, yes, but very readable once you get going! Try her again when you feel well? Which I hope you do, soon!