I have just 'escaped' upstairs to my lap-top from the insidious effects of watching my favourite jewellery programme and a large whisky and ginger.
Today started fairly normally, for me, with a mad dash round to the local surgery for my flu-jab. Mad dash because my appointment was for 9.00 am and I woke from a long and heavy sleep at 7.55.am.
I never, but never, sleep for more than 5 hours at best. Last night I slept for 8 hours! Woke, had the fastest shower in history, dressed, fed the birds and fled the house by 8.50. !
Jab accomplished I returned home, legs aching, had breakfast, then trecked round to the bus-stop, did a huge heavy shop and called a taxi. and called a taxi, Half an hour later legs now aching excruciatingly, I gave the taxi-driver (quite a nice old man) an ear-blasting on the subject of five minutes (promise) turning into 30 minutes (actual). He apologised.. I apologised, it was after all not his fault, and he kindly carried all my very heavy shopping up to my front door. I tipped him!
Shopping away, I had a green tea, in the hope it would improve both my health and my temper.
The cold miserable damp morning had now become a sunny day, so grabbing my trusty secateurs I headed for the jungle.
Half an hour later, back aching, legs aching and no visible difference in appearance of jungle I went back indoors and headed for the bed. Kicked slipper (one missing) off, and lay down to read and rest.
Phone rang, foreign exchange centre obviously, long delay, and the inevitable "Mrs RayBarn ?"
I put the phone down went downstairs and switched on the box. Nothing. Really nothing, so default programme jewellrey programme. After half an hour I could bear the temptation no longer, headed for my trusty whisky bottle, poured a generous (extremely), three quarters of a glass, topped it with the minimum shot of ginger and resumed my goggling.
They were doing a special programme of chameleon Tanzanite which assailed my senses like an advancing army. In real danger of succumbing and actually buying something I downed the remainder (\half) of the whisky and headed up here to confess my weakness to anyone bored enough to read it.
Tomorrow will be better (I hope)