Saturday, 1 September 2012

No TV



Due to my bug/lurgy, I unfortunately missed the opening of the Paralympics, but I will watch on the iPlayer. I heard Dr Stephen Hawking on the radio and his opening speech was nothing short of inspirational.

So, back to Friday and I'm home after having successfully purchased hair straighteners cheaper than expected, and after completing two tours of the supermarket, I can only manage a "small" trolley due to the depth of the big ones and lifting in and out etc, so I do one sweep, deposit in the car and go back to pick up more bottled water, then head home.

By the time I get home, I'm feeling slightly short of breath and a little overwhelmed. I have bills to pay... deadline today, cleaning, washing, ironing, dropping off to do. I decide to pay a bill and phone my cousin L, if she is free for a 10 minutes time out and to get my breath back.

My skin is terrible, I am hormonal to the extreme and I am on a personal safety training course on Monday and Tuesday... after normal work on Saturday and Sunday... do we really think I am in sane enough of mind to go on the PST on Monday????  If the course involves tackling someone to the ground, I think I'll win.

So I thankfully get to speak to L for a few minutes of calming chat.  I pay the necessary bills, catch up on emails and texts and potter while I have on "Murder By Numbers," the one with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Gosling, did I tell you that I am in between TV providers?  No?  Well, I have no TV at present, so it's DVDs all the way.  After "Murder By Numbers", I switch to "The Notebook", no prizes for noticing that a certain Mr Gosling stars in both films, I don't care.

So, "Murder By Numbers" is great and "The Notebook"?  Well, I watch two thirds then sob through the final third, then rewind while I write to you and re-sob through the final third as I missed it first time around through all of the sobbing. 

I burnt the front of my thigh last Monday, while ironing in shorts, I was all ready to warn you of the perils of ironing in shorts but then realised that you have probably done that for the past five years, give or take... without damaging yourself.  Anyway, my burn is about 2.5cm long and is starting to dry out and stretch out and be a little sore.

So I go to bed with puffy eyes after the extended sobbing, and as is normal for weekends these days,  I seem to wake every 40 minutes, thinking that it is time to get up.  When my alarm finally goes off, (when I say alarm... I mean my three alarms, two clocks and one phone, so that I don't oversleep,) it is actually a relief to get up and finally start the day.

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