Christmas in the sickbed... well, mosty

So, we had Christmas, like everyone else, naturally. Only that I was sick like a dog. In the night from 23.14 to 24.12 I slept approximately an hour and a half, due to my own coughing. I kid you not. I rose like a drunken sailor after shore leave yesterday. Also, I couldn't speak. At all. My voice cords were out of commission. Completely. I could produce some inarticulate sounds and I could whisper - which Mum couldn't hear, since her hearing is slowly failing. It was fun - NOT.

Nevertheless, we got the Christmas tree decorated as a joint effort. You can see the proof below. Every single piece of decoration on it is home-made, which is why I'm quite proud of it. I think there's a ton of homemade candy on that poor tree - a good thing it stands on the balcony without heating. Anyway, here it is:



I wanted something Christmass-y in my own room as well, so I hung up some of the felt ornaments from last year, in the form of a tree. I think it turned out quite nice:



(Yes, I know the wallpaper is inexcusably dirty, thank you very much. Once, it used to be white. We've been planning to replace it for the last 15 years, but considering how long the balcony drama lasted, I think I'll overlook the dirt for a while yet.)

The rest of my Christmas candy, gift-wrapped for my colleagues (I gave them the little packages on the last working day):



The full collection of gift boxes I gave away with the candy:



And finally, the Most Disastrous Truffle Cake (TM), looking as if it's been flattened by an earthslide or whatnot:



Other than that, I made fake mulled wine for the evening (using apple juice instead of wine) and tried to stay alive. Speaking is still not much of an issue, and the coughing is still very bad, but at least I could sleep a couple of hours last night between two violent coughing attacks.

So, enough whined, wishing you blessed Christmas overall!