I slept reasonably well
last night, but woke this morning feeling decidedly iffy. I then
spent a rather unpleasant ten minutes in "trap one"
trying to decide which end I should point at the porcelain.
Gastro-intestinal difficulties are (in my experience) a
subject of hilarity; albeit in rather bad taste. Unless (of
course) it's me with the icky guts.
I had seen the weather
forecast for the day - glorious sunshine. So I had planned on an
early start. A long walk for "Furry Face TM"
and home before the day got too hot. But overnight the weather
forecast had changed. At 8am the sky was black and rain was predicted
from 10am onwards. So with bad weather coming and my guts not being
on top form I abandoned the idea of a long walk and we just went
round the block.
As we came home so the
sun came out. I put some washing into the washing machine and
gardened for a bit. lawns don't mow themselves, nor do fish pond
filters clean themselves. With gardening done I put the washing on
the line, filled the toilet for the umpteenth time (yuk!) and
took myself off to bed for an hour. When I woke Daddies Little
Angel TM" was in residence. She was
shouting into her mobile to "fams" and "bluds".
I wish she wouldn't. I brought in dry washing, put more wet washing
onto the line, filled the toilet again and went back to bed.
The afternoon was equally
dull. I got the beer out of the bucket and into the barrel. I got a
dozen shirts ironed and I watched a psychology lecture before going
back to bed. er indoors TM" came home
and we took "Furry Face TM" for a
walk. We could have walked further but I wasn't feeling one hundred
percent. We came home and I slept for an hour before tea.
I didn't eat as much as I
would have liked to. "Furry Face TM"
was also sick this evening...
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