Poor me, pity me...

I'm ill again. I haven't been this ill for years. It's not that I'm suffering from anything serious but repeated low-level colds, sniffles and general achey-ness is really taking it out of me. I have yet another cold, this one with sneezes which make my head ache and a cough which has kept me awake all night. My eyes are sore again and various orifices have liquids running out of them (I'll leave the rest to your imagination).

L and I have given up on booking a trip to Iguazu, every plan turns out to be more expensive than the last with worse and worse conditions. I think the universe is trying to tell us something. Now we're thinking of going to Corduba - anything to get out of BsAs for the weekend.

I still haven't received my DELTA results but I've had an email from Milan - DG will send me the results when the British Council opens next week. You can see the high priority he gives to this. We think everyone else will get theirs this week and there is a 'celebration' party this weekend - I just hope I'm up to it.

I'm trying to think of happy things to post about rather than depressing whinges so...

I've been drooling over this camera (and I'll be buying it next week) and googling for swimming costumes. I'm making plans and putting things together for my long trip home.

Oh, and one of those things is arranging to ship my stuff home - now that'll be a lot of fun.