I fell asleep in front of the TV after Julia went up last night. When I woke up I still felt groggy so I made my way upstairs and, halfway up, realised that I hadn’t blogged. I’m a bit erratic, but even for me 24 hours is quite late. It’s not even as if I’ve used the time to come up with any ideas. I’m sitting here in the brief time between Eggheads and Mastermind and trying to come up with something interesting to say.
The shop has been suffering from drainage issues lately. It’s happened before in rainy spells and w have never quite traced or corrected the problem. Judging by the smell yesterday, the shop is either built over a plague pit or I was working in a toilet. BY the end of the day I was feeling quite queasy, which is unusual for me, as I spent many years in poultry sheds and my stomach is not easily turned.
Fortunately the smell had mainly gone today. This is also unfortunate, as it means the owner has another excuse to ignore it.
Whatever happens, I was at least able to spend a happy half hour trawling the internet for details of health and safety relating to drains and sewers, and renew my acquaintance with the word effluvium. It is a nice word foo an unpleasant occurrence. It is also a condition which causes your hair to fall out. I didn’t know that until I checked the meaning to ensure I was using it correctly. hair loss is not something that concerns me much, if I’m frank. Any concerns I may once of had about it have long since passed, and any fears it once held are mere phantoms of memory. Being a bald man is so much better than being a man who worries about his hair.
And with that thought I will post a random picture, load this post and go back to TV until I can think of something else to write.