G and I were out rather late on Tuesday night. We went to some friends for dinner and the evening slipped by very easily and we were still there eating cake when I should have been tucked up in bed fast asleep. I therefore was somewhat tired Wednesday morning. Everybody on the way to work seemed to be acting totally unreasonably and deliberately getting in my way or obstructing me. I did begin to wonder if perhaps my lack of sleep was contributing to my view of the world, but clearly I dismissed that thought. That wouldn’t actually explain the chap who was on the tube this morning who decided that he would sit in such a way that he deliberately took up some of my seat as well and sat in this very rigid way and managed to read the paper moving only one arm so that the other could form a permanent barrier marking his territory. I am surprised he didn’t urinate on the seat to really make the point.
G set off for work yesterday morning and made it about half way there but felt really ill so had to go home again. When I got home G wasn’t feeling much better and had actually been in bed all day feeling terrible. This meant I had to cook dinner, and having eaten, G perked up a bit, but was still kind of unwell. The only thing we could route it back to was some prawns on Tuesday night, but I felt absolutely fine, so perhaps not. G had sore kidneys and felt sick and generally unwell. I have no medical training or insight so I have no idea what that means though.
We’ve got some friends coming over for dinner tomorrow night. One of them has MS and follows a really strict diet in order to control the symptoms. This may make for a very bland dinner. G had been thinking of making something that involved prawns but I think those are now off the menu due to yesterday’s ill-health and that was about as exciting as the food got. I am, however, hoping I can have persuaded G to do a bit of tidying up before they arrive on Saturday. I won’t hold my breath. There are still lots of boxes to unpack and no progress made all week. I am trying to remain calm.
It was never like this when I was at school.
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