Two nights ago I made a special effort to get plenty of sleep, because it’s good for me. When I woke up I felt like I was paralysed. My normal creaky, slightly painful bad back (partly caused by our mattress – which will soon be replaced) ws locked solid, as were my neck and shoulders. Even lifting my arms was painful. It took me over and hour to get up and I spent most of the day in a chair with two hot water bottles. By the late afternoon I was much recovered and went to be early again, with the intention of not staying in bed so long. Six hours seems optimal. Eight hours tends to cause more problems than it solves.
We are having a new mattress delivered to the bungalow next week,so that will be an end to another of life’s little annoyances.
However, after a night of cold draughts, resulting in me grasping the bedding firmly and pulling it around me, I woke up with both hands aching. It’s only a minor ache in each joint, but there are 27 joints in a human hand and I can tell you where most of them are. It’s not actually painful, but if I ever need to write a passage about a robot spending a century underwater and then rising to the surface to flex his cold and corroded fingers I feel that I have done the research.
A creaking gate -both a metaphor and a way of stopping livestock escaping.
Then I tried ordering some more bits for the bungalow. After half an hour and a “chat” with customer services, it turns out that although I am paying for the delivery I have no say over which day it is delivered. That isn’t, as I told them, a lot of use when I am two hours away from the delivery address.
Then the documents arrived from the solicitor – cost over £1,000. Typo on the first page, typo on one of the tax pages. Only small errors (though there may be more to the trained eye) but at that price there should be no errors.
So, after light at the end of the tunnel, another couple of days to add to my thousand cuts. But it’s moving.
And I have worked out a way to outwit the delivery system at Dunelm. I will just have to see if it works next week.
Photos are random punctuation. I think I have some pictures of rust and creaking gates . . .
Snowy Detail
That is typical of life to reward a good night’s sleep with aches and pains. A moderate amount of moaning is fully permissible under the circumstances. Screaming would seem to be appropriate for the expensive legal stuff with errors.
I am now in a state where I just want the legal stuff to stop. It annoys me immensely but there is nothing I can do about it. Time to break out the voodoo dolls . . .
Reading ahead, I see that the voodoo dolls seemed to have worked. Have you got a spare set?
Judging from what is currently happening I may need them to fix our next problem – finding our way through the power supply maze. However, I will bear you in mind. 🙂
Good luck with the Dunelm delivery wheeze
We will see. So far they haven’t shifted delivery days. Maybe tomorrow.
I remember when I started working in a legal office – if I presented work to my superior that had any errors it would be my job to stay behind and fix it after hours. If a typist made the error it was my job to have found it.
A lesson which could be used to good effect with politicians – you break it, you stay behind and fix it! 🙂
That is a lot of money. Good that it is only typos and not critical information.
I hope the new mattress helps your arthritis. Good luck! You are almost there.
Yes, getting closer. For that price it ought to be word perfect and illuminated in lapis lazuli and gold leaf.
🙂