I smell roses....

Thank God. I've finally recovered from my nagging cough. But not after a heavy dose of antibiotics and cough medicine. I can say it's one of the worst coughing spells I have ever experience so far. The antbiotics and medicine had numbed my sense of smell and taste so badly that everything seems to be tasteless and odourless. Just the other day, my maid asked me if I detected any "odd" smell in the kitchen. I took a deep breath, plucked up my nose but just could not detect anything unusual. My maid was laughing her head off when she saw me trying to sniff into every nook and cranny in the kitchen. Finally, we found the culprit. A piece of uneaten fish, most probably dropped by our cat, underneath one of the cabinets. Suddenly, it hit me hard, my sense of smell had gone "missing". Even my favourite laksa dish, which I found to be quite spicy tastes rather bland.

Sickness aside, Ruth is burning her midnight and "early morning" oils as her mid semester exams will start sometime next week. She had lamenting over the loss of her beauty sleep. She can snooze up to 8.00am on weekends but now she had to wake up at 5.00am to do her revision. Hopefully, her hard work pays off !

Mum and John will be dropping by Bintulu next week. I am really looking forward to taste her favourite herbal chicken soup and yummy sweet sour fish.