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A Day of Dullness

My cold has nearly gone.

As if to compensate, I have a bad finger again. It crept up on me during the night and when I woke at 5.30 this morning it was throbbing away.

It’s annoying, as it gets in the way when doing things like counting coins or writing, and can be surprisingly painful. It was bad over Christmas, as you may have read, but at least I knew what caused it then.

If it’s going to come back every six weeks I may have to go back to the doctor for an injection in the joint. I’m shuddering mentally at the thought. It worked well last time I had one, but it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences.

Looking on the bright side, the weather should be warming up soon and warmer weather is always better for aches and pains.

I’ve now run out of things to say.

Hopefully the week will become more interesting tomorrow…

Still Sniffing and Sneezing

The day started with me taking pictures of the wrecked polytunnel to support Julia’s bid for funding to recover it. Then I drove to the shop.

Arriving early I sat and listened to Tony  Robinson reading a Terry Pratchett novel.  Pratchett could, at times, be a bit irritating, and, in my opinion, lost his edge over the years, but he’s still moderately amusing.  Tony Robinson is also quite irritating. The audio books are heavily discounted, but if I could find Wodehouse for the same price there would be no contest.

I managed to be a bit more active today, but by the end was beginning to flag. When I actually stepped outside the wind felt absolutely freezing and I needed the car heater on all the way home.

After a couple of hours of light TV watching I’m giving serious consideration to going to bed. I’m just waiting to see the report about the Nigerian bobsleigh team and then I’ll make a decision.

I just watched the report, and read an article on the team. Although it’s interesting it’s also very noticeable that the first Nigerians, and also the first Africans, to qualify, are actually American by birth and upbringing, which is a bit disappointing. However, I’m probably being churlish by insisting on accuracy over hype.

I’m now waiting for the Cool Runnings remake. And yes, I am aware that Cool Runnings is massively inaccurate, but then again, it’s a film, not a news report. At one time we used to have different standards of accuracy for news and fiction.

Recovery

I struggled manfully with cold all day. “Manfully”, in this context means sniffling, sneezing and whining.

I also took a relaxed attitude to work, looking a few things up, taking some photos and dealing with customers.

On the way back from work I stopped off at Sainsbury’s, parked, decided to listen to the chapter end of my audio book, and fell asleep for 45 minutes. Considering I was in bed for 14 hours last night I was surprised I needed more sleep.

After taking pills and eating a large helping of fish pie I am now feeling quite good. Naturally I am trying to conceal this from Julia as she seems happy serving me with cups of tea and stuff. It would be unkind of me to deprive her of the feeling of virtue that comes from looking after me.

The man who parked on our forecourt yesterday seems to have taken the hint and parked outside his own house. As he can’t park on the road he is blocking the footpath. Some people really don’t have much consideration for others.

I’m now deliberating whether to go to bed early (it’s 9.45) just just fall asleep in the chair. The chair is favourite, as I stand a chance of Julia waking me up with a cup of tea,

 

Misery…

We were selling some coins to a customer this morning when someone entered the shop demanding that we move a car to let him out.

The forecourt of the shop allows you to back a couple of cars upto the shopfront and then park one across. Normally it works well when we confine the parking to shop staff, customers and residents of the flats above the shops. Because we’re all in the same boat we tend to get on together and there’s no problem.

However, when someone across the road parks on our private forecourt, then comes in throwing his weight about when a customer is in the middle of a purchase, it doesn’t quite work.

We explained that the parking was for the shop during business hours, and he just kept repeating that he had two cars and only enough space to park one of them on his drive.

I’m not quite sure why he thinks he’s entitled to use our parking spaces but if it happens again I may have to suggest he buys a bigger house or sells a car.

Apart from that, I have a cold. It started yesterday in the car, abated overnight then gradually crept back as I spluttered and sneezed and coughed my way through the afternoon.

It’s just a cold and should go in a day or two, but if the man from across the road comes back I will do my best to infect him.

I arrive home at 4.20pm and went straight to bed. So far, six hours of lying in bed shivering and looking pathetic have produced very little in the way of tea and sympathy.

Quite clearly I need to work on my whimpering.

 

Lazy Sunday

 

I woke up at six this morning and instantly panicked, as we’re supposed to be at work for 6am. Then I remembered that she’s having a day off. It’s just a shame my body clock didn’t remember.

The plan was to go away for the weekend, but Julia came home from work with a stinking cold on Friday, which put paid to that. Despite a regular supply of hot lemon she’s sitting in a corner of the living room coughing, sneezing and sniffing.

It’s the constant sniffing that’s most irritating.

However, part of the deal when we got married was “for better for worse” so I don’t really have any option. At least when I was in and out of hospital earlier this year I (mainly) suffered in silence and didn’t interfere with her TV viewing.

As part of our 30th wedding anniversary celebrations I’m thinking we should renew our vows. This time I think we should include “obey”,  which was somehow omitted from the last lot, and give some serious thought to the “worse”.

 

 

 

Another Day, Another Plan.

It’s about seven hours since the last post, but I’ve managed to sleep and get Julia to work in that time.

I’m hoping that today will be better in terms of productivity, decluttering and writing.

I’ve just about shaken off the bad cold I had last week and there has been no repeat of the nose bleed. I have a weak nostril that often bleeds when I have colds (maybe two or three times a year – but I consider that “often” for an adult).  It was a notable nosebleed, and though I don’t have a proper marking scale I’d rate it as high volume, short duration. My normal nosebleed is low volume but longer duration. Maybe the anti-coagulants are altering the way my nose bleeds.

Practical advice. Forget pinching the top of the nose or putting your head back or all that stuff. Roll yourself a decent cylinder from tissue and shove that up. You can leave gaps, and you don’t need to ram it home, as it’s a nostril, not a cannon. Just make it big enough to stay in without help. I find it usually stops the bleeding quite quickly.

When I finish this post I’m going to sit and write my plan for today. Top of the list will be “make chicken stew” and second will be “make soup”.  Actually, it may be the other way round, as I need the soup for lunch. Butternut squash and roasted Winter Vegetable Soup is the plan. Ready cut butternut squash was on offer yesterday and the veg are left over from yesterday’s tea.

After that I will “make sweet potato, lentil and chickpea curry” and put it in the fridge for tomorrow, “tidy living room” and “hoover”.

There will be other things too, but I’m just trying to convey an impression of the day, and I don’t want anyone asking me if I’ve done it all. Short lists are better for that sort of thing.

Plans, like blogging, are a good way of delaying work, but they have their uses too. They are a bit like meetings -everyone does them but only some of them are useful. About half of all lists and ninety percent of meetings would have been better if they had never existed.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to start that stew.

Counting down to Christmas

“A friend of mine used to say, ‘You cannot change the past, but every moment is an opportunity to change your future.”

― F.E. Higgins, The Eyeball Collector

 

We are having an indoor sort of day today. It’s grey and drizzly outside, with a moderate wind and temperature down around 4° C, so you can see why indoors seems good.

They say there’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing, but on a day like this I’d dispute that. The right clothes will keep you warm and dry, but it won’t necessarily cheer you up, and it’s cheerfulness that’s lacking on a day like this.

Inside we have a plentiful supply of good humour. We have been planning for December, making party invitations for the Christmas Party, practising belly dancing (not me!), rehearsing songs and making picture frames (by covering plain frames in pieces torn from paper napkins).

One of the group, who I will allow to remain anonymous, wrote some song lyrics on flip chart paper whilst it was on the floor. You know how permanent marker goes right through cheap paper and stains what is underneath? Well, it’s not a great problem when it goes through to another sheet of paper behind the first one. But if you are resting on the floor you end up with a hieroglyphic design on the floor, and that can be a problem. Julia has managed to remove most of it, but we now have a patch of very clean floor…

This afternoon we will be making pom-poms ready for wreath making.

I used to work for a market-leading company you know. Suit, briefcase, company car, expenses. I even had a Filofax once…

…and this afternoon I will be making pom-poms.