Installation

Another weekend over, another Monday of not going to work. Working 5 days next week is going to be such a shock to the system...

Anyway, Friday turned out to be a good day (mainly). My friend K had sent me a text the previous day to ask if I was about on Friday to meet up. She is someone I used to work with and she has been off work sick since last April with a wrist injury that has caused her so much pain that she is basically permanently doped up. Hopefully the end is in sight and she will be back to work within the next couple of months (I did do a mini-celebration at this news). She is a really good pal and is the sort of person who says what she thinks, but not in an obnoxious kind of way. Just before she went off sick we went out for dinner and she gave me a really stern talking to about sorting my life out and kept pushing me to work out what I was going to do to get myself out of a rut. It was a testing conversation, but I knew what she said was right. She said to me on Friday that she felt quite upset when she had went home that night, as she thought she had been too hard on me. Apparently she even shed a tear or two (and she is not the sort of person to do that at all). I’m really looking forward to her coming back to work and we might meet up for lunch before then anyway, as she doesn’t live very far from me.

After lunch I walked back to where I work and as I walked into the building, I slipped over. I’m not really sure what happened, but it certainly hurt (although my pride was probably more hurt than anything else – but I do have a nice black bruise on my leg). Someone I vaguely know was walking out of the building at the time and was apologetic that she hadn’t caught me as I fell, but I assured that would have been more than was necessary. Then as I passed one of the security guards, I told him I was drunk on my lunch break and as he seemed to instantly believe this, I had to assure him that I was entirely sober.

G came over on Friday night and we watched Coronation Street which saw Vera Duckworth make her final exit. Her husband Jack, seemed to determine that she had died by the temperature of hers hands. G said to me “You’d better hope that people are more thorough than that with you or else you’ll just be sitting there on the sofa one day and they’ll be taking you away and measuring you for your coffin.” It seems I have rather cold hands...

Saturday we went to the supermarket and this reminded a) that I don’t like supermarket shopping and b) I particularly don’t like it on a Saturday. It just always feels so chaotic and the mean and aggressive people seem to be out. So I am either going to have to make sure I get food shopping done on a week night or will have to order it over the internet, as I intend to avoid going on a Saturday, if I possibly can.

Then last night the people who are installing my new fire dropped it all off so that it’s all ready for tomorrow morning and now the transformation shall commence...