I woke feeling rather grim at three o’clock so
I came downstairs, and watched an episode of “Star Trek: Lower Decks”
rather than laying wide awake. I felt a bit tired after that, and it was then
that I had a stroke of genius. Bearing in mind I spent so long asleep on the
sofa yesterday and the day before, I thought I might have a bit of a kip on the
sofa, and not wake up coughing every five minutes.
If the telly is on in
broad daylight I am out like a light when on the sofa. Last night in the dark I
just gave myself a backache. So I went to back to bed at five o’clock and
disturbed the dogs, two of whom then wanted a tiddle. Had I marched Morgan out
as well he might not have had the “little accident” that woke me at half
past eight.
At least it was only
the smallest of accidents. A spot maybe the size of a fifty-pence piece. He
held on to most of it to get it outside. But he does need to be tiddled
regularly. Here’s a tip that all dachshund owners know very well, but
deliberately keep a closely guarded secret. Dachshunds are never particularly
good in the toilet training department.
I look the sheet to the
washing machine, and as it scrubbed I made toast and had a look at the
internet. Three Facebook friends were having a birthday today; I sent out my
birthday video to the two that have made some attempt t contact me in the last
six years. But sending that video isn’t as easy as it once was. Facebook now
tells me that the video hasn’t been independently fact-checked and had its
veracity confirmed and asks me each time if I want to continue with that in
mind.
With torrential rain
outside and me still feeling like death warmed up I cracked on with the
ironing. As I ironed I watched the first episode of “Banged Up”, a TV show in which
seven so-called celebrities see how they would cope in prison. The show was
rather interesting (and frightening) but could have done with either
having real celebrities, or telling us mere mortals who the so-called
celebrities actually are. I’d not heard of any of them.
After that I sparked up
Netflix and watched three episodes of the most recent series of “The Witcher”.
I watched the first two seasons and can remember them being rather good. I
watched today’s episodes with some enjoyment, but did have quite the feeling of
“WTF was that all about”.
With ironing ironed and
seeing a break in the seemingly constant rain I walked the dogs round the
block. What with disease the dogs hadn’t had a walk for two days. We went round
the block; we didn’t meet anyone, we got home before the rain started again.
Feeling
a tad knackered after just going round the block I sat back on the sofa with
Morgan and Bailey (or “Baby” as “Darcie Waa Waa TM” calls her)
and watched episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which the people with the
cheapest and shabbiest establishment seemed to think that anything better than
piss-poor standards was a needless waste of effort.
I
do like that show.
During the advert breaks I phoned the garage
and the dentist and the hospital and rescheduled all the appointments with
people who wouldn’t want to see me if I was diseased.
We had fish and chips
for tea… and as the evening wore on I began to wilt. And cough. And I think my
temperature is going up too.
I thought I was slowly on the mend…
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