Loving the Ultra Chloraseptic Anaesthetic Benzocaine Throat Spray

I feel really rather rubbish. Today was the first day where I was sat in the classroom and thought I really don't want to be here - my throat was killing and my head was banging. 4 year olds understand "We're going to play a quiet game today because Miss C doesn't feel very well", but they act on it for about 5minutes and then it's out of the window and they're wailing at me again in very high-pitched voices. It's not their fault I'm not well, so I can't get cross with them.

I had to cancel drinks with Liz this evening because I knew I needed to give my body a night off. I'm meeting Caroline tomorrow night for drinks, and I can't cancel because I let her down last week. In fact, tomorrow is rather manic; I'm getting my hair cut, going swimming, having dinner with Padre, and meeting Caroline. All from 4pm onwards. This isn't going to do my body any favours, is it?

I'm adamant to still live my life to the full and not let this World Of Work kill my social life. But to what costs? Maybe I do need to give in a bit.
Regardless, this weekend I am off to Brighton to watch Becca's cheerleading competition, and see Ludo again. We met him on holiday and, if he can make the effort to fly from the South of France to see us, I can make the effort to hop on a train to see him... Even if it takes 10 bottles of Ultra Chloraseptic Anaesthetic Benzocaine Throat Spray to get me there.





I can't decide whether or not buying these beauties is a good idea. They're exactly what I want, but they're £75 and, although I have to admit to not really putting in much effort, I've not seen anything else for cheaper. Yay or nay? I should really stop spending so much money... but...