Why do you always do stupid things when you’re sick? Like having a bowl of red jelly next to your bed, adjusting your pillows and watching as the pillow flips, almost in slow-motion, to crash onto your bedside table and tip the bowl of jelly (and everything else) onto the floor? It seems so much harder to clean stuff up when you’re feeling gross. I guess I never learned that fundamental lesson from Bert and Ernie in Sesame Street, that you should never eat in bed (I like eating in bed…so sue me, Bert).
So I cleaned the jelly up, took some more drugs and decided that instead of focusing on my klutziness, I would post these pics of the amazing arrangement that Russell and his family sent me from my favourite florist (Janina in Randwick, in case anyone’s taking notes…). They’re quite a jungly sort of arrangement, with interesting shapes, lotus pods, and lots of glossy green. A big contrast to the roses that Lynne and Howard brought, which are still looking and smelling amazing.
You can’t go wrong with flowers and me, honestly. I mean, there are some I prefer over others, but just generally they are so pleasing and positive and, well, flowers just make everything seem that much better.