Blowing in the Wind

Or in my case, making a noise like a flock of geese honking into a tuba. Which is a fairly accurate way of saying I have a cold. Bleagh.

Worse thing is, I have lost my sense of taste completely. It re-emerged at lunchtime with a brief snippet of chicken soup - hooray, celebration, but all too briefly. Poor old Husband was served up insano-turkey last night with a ladle full of chilli flakes dumped all over it. I tasted nothing; not even the evil, evil, evilness of the newly discovered 2011 pickled Habaneros managed to blast through it. WOE IS ME.

On a lighter note, I have discovered a rather splendid album by a Norwegian lady called Susanne Sundfor, The album is called The Silicone Veil and she is obviously a bit mad, but I quite like that. The single White Foxes includes the wonderful line "I hunger, I crave the gravy of your soul". Okaaay. Lost in translation maybe? Who knows. Maybe soul gravy is a very real thing in Norway. Actually it sounds quite nice....mmmm, soul gravy.....meaticilious.... Hang on - Soul Train, Gravy Train?!! -My God!