Julia just woke me up with the words “You’ve done it again.”
She has, it seems, spent the last two hours in the company of a man who has been resting his eyes, and another evening has passed. Even the offer of a Club biscuit, which I found alongside my cold cup of tea, had failed to persuade me to open my eyes.
Looking on the bright side, I will be well rested when I get up tomorrow morning and head off for my latest blood test.
Today did not continue in the useful way of yesterday. I fell at the first hurdle. My initial to do list contained one item – write a to do list – and I failed to do that.
At work I packaged items which had only been listed on Tuesday. It is strange how things sell. Three of the items were newly listed – one of them had been listed for 18 months (the market for Edward VIII Coronation keyrings does not seem strong). You just can’t tell.
My first task, after seeing off the biscuit, was to make sandwiches. It is sandwich-making at its simplest – open a cob, butter it, insert a cheese slice and add pickle – but it is also at its finest. The classic simplicity of a cheese and pickle sandwich is hard to beat. We had tomatoes in it today, but I don’t feel up to slicing tomatoes tonight. It is a technical job and not one well-suited to a man who is half asleep.
The same could be said for blogging, but I seem to have managed…
Sleeping so soundly that you missed out on a Club biscuit is serious. You will have to hone your biscuit antenna.
Like so many of my faculties, my biscuit sense is not what it was…
I think its a man thing resting ones eyes, I know I do it an awful lot or so I am informed.
Thy need rest if they are to be fully functional. Seems logical to me… 🙂
You mean we are supposed to blog when we are wide awake?
Yes, strange isn’t it? 🙂
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I now Know you did do well the next morning
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I love cheese and pickle sandwiches.
Me too. But you may have guessed that. However, the NHS weight loss specialist I once spoke to regarded them as a serious misdemeanour. 🙂
Why is it that everything we love seems to be a serious misdemeanour? It’s wrong, that’s what it is. Wrong.
Life should be simpler. This is too much like a TV show with daily challenges. 🙂
It has been decades since I had a cheese and pickle sandwich. 🙂
I am not sure whether to congratulate you on a healthy and virtuous life, or sympathise with you on missing one of life’s great pleasures. 🙂
Good luck with your blood test. I have to ask what a “cob” is. I looked it up and got no real answer. Is it what we call a “roll”?
Not quite sure what to use as a point of comparison here as you are just showing up as “Someone”. Here is a map of the different terms for bread roll. If you are American, don’t be fooled by the term”muffin”. You will find our versions are not what you think…
https://www.ourdialects.uk/maps/bread/