A day’s holiday. I felt I deserved one. And (after all) it was supposed to be the end of the world (again).
After a bit of brekkie I got busy in the
garden. Over the summer, all sorts of bits and bobs have accumulated. Bags of
discarded clothing, old coats with holes in, hub caps from cars that were sold
five years ago. Loads of tat. And so a tip run was in order. For once I got to
drive straight into the tip, unload a car full of rubbish, and was back home
within twenty minutes.
So I went back to the garden. Lawns don’t mow
themselves, you know. And then with the lawn mowed, I pruned back the jungle
that was overflowing the fence from next door. The jungle looks nice enough,
but it does drop leaves all over my gravelled areas.
I then came in and had a tidy-up in my room;
chucked out all sorts of scraps of rubbish that had accumulated, and even
mended my shredder. I bought a shredder a year or so ago to safely get shot of
bank statements and stuff, and it’s been jammed for months. Not any more.
Then to the doctor’s. Having found that my
cholesterol was high the other day (month),
they wanted to know what my blood pressure was before prescribing any drugs.
I’m not keen on the idea of taking statins, but I went to get
my blood pressure checked anyway. 130/88. The nurse said the first figure was
ok, but the second one was a tad high. The Internet would seem to agree
with her.
I then went back to the tip. Having done a
tip run earlier, I’d come home to find a bag of rubbish I’d forgotten to load
into the car, and I’d generated another by tidying up. And this tip the tip was
painful. It’s always the way – I can get rid of a car-full of rubbish in
minutes, but two bags of rubbish take forever to shift. I queued for ten
minutes just to get into the place, and when I did get into the tip I couldn’t
believe my eyes. Everyone was being held up by two idiot women. Their car was
full of bags of rubbish. They were systematically taking each bag in turn and
emptying it over the floor, then picking up the various scraps of rubbish and
making several journeys from their car to the skip to get rid of them.
I came home for a spot of dinner. Usually
when I’m having a day off I treat myself to KFC – I like a three piece variety
meal, and kid myself that it’s quite alright because I have it with a diet
coke. But two minutes’ research showed me that my
favourite KFC is good for 1269 calories. Two bits of toast and a cup of coffee
fills me up just the same, and is over a thousand calories less.
And as I scoffed my toast I had my monthly
look at my bank balance. I think it would be fair to say that I need an extra
pay day. Just one would sort me out.
And then Chris came to visit. And brought
round the old Apple i-wotsit that was surplus to his requirements. I’ve
borrowed it because Chris has rigged it so’s I can play NeverWinter Nights on
it. It took five minutes setting up, and then I spent the rest of the afternoon
clearing out the goblins. Oh, how I’ve missed that game…
Seeing how it’s Friday, we then went
swimming. It’s got so that we are recognised by the other denizens of the slow lane
who now greet us when we arrive. And so I got on with the swimming. Up until
now I’ve just done twenty lengths each time, not wanting to get into the
vicious circle of just adding another length to what I’d done last time, and
wearing myself out carrying on like that. So instead I’ve decided to swim for
as close to half an hour as I can, and tonight I swan twenty-four lengths. Six
hundred metres – not bad. Mind you, there was an odd smell in the deep end:
rather musty, almost like stale urine. I noticed that on Wednesday too. I
wonder if I should say something to the staff…?
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