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work tomorrow
Can I get to bed on time? No, course not. I turned out the light at 11 p.m. and pretended I was asleep for a while but I couldn't kid myself so I got up again. I am going to be wrecked in the morning when I have to get to work by 9. I hope the Lord Oswald doesn't pull a sickie because I need him to make me tea tomorrow for sure. We have a new workmate joining us. Fortunately, I have met her before. By sheer coincidence, my friend has worked with her for fifteen years and I am assured that she is going to be a top notch work mate. When there are as few of you as we are this is very important. We will have to look at each other every day of the year except for bank holidays, weekends and 25 annual days leave each. That's a lot of days. It's a shame that tomorrow morning I will be probably be grumpy. She is apparently a morning person but I have already warned her that The Lord Oswald and I are most definitely not. She might have to wait till lunch time to see me smile.
I keep thinking of ways I could adapt my house so that my friend could come and stay with me when he is in England. He is a wheel chair user which basically requires extra space and things like wider doors and a bathroom that you can just wheel right into and turn on the shower - a 'wet room'. That would also be good for my mother if she would ever agree to come and stay with me and i wouldn't have to have nightmares about her forgetting she was in my house and falling down my stairs in the middle of the night (she lives in a flat).
All these things require money which I don't have but it is fun to speculate. I had another bright idea about putting a cat flap into the wall in the bathroom (upstairs) and thereby being able to cut off the sitting room downstairs and make it a cat-free zone. I wouldn't need to go in there either if I had a kitchen upstairs. I could keep it pristine neat and tidy just for visitor days. When I was little all my friends had a sitting room like that which were never allowed to enter. I hated that idea at the time but now I can see the benefit of it. And if there was a bathroom downstairs nobody would ever need to go upstairs so I could be as messy as i liked up there. Also, perhaps people would stop accusing me of being in bed when I go downstairs to answer the door. Everyone around here seems to go upstairs to bed which means if you come down the stairs you must have been in bed. or in the loo I suppose. Anyway, mad. It only makes me want to use all the rooms for unintended purposes. I could sleep on the bathroom floor if i felt like it. Who would know? Why would it matter?
Rambling on is not making me any more tired. It's even more annoying because for the last 10 days when I haven't had to go to work I have been sleepy most of the time. Not at night though. I have become nocturnal. Just like Yeh did when he was staying with me.
I can hear a cat crunching biscuits. Bet I know which one that is. If you observe properly you can differentiate who is eating the biscuits by the style of crunching. some just wolf it down while others carefully crunch each one. the same goes for breathing noises. One of them (the one from the working men's club that visits) snores really loudly. I want to yell at him to shut up sometimes. I wouldn't put up with a person snoring. I would go and turn them over or something. Stuffing your fingers up someone's nose sometimes puts a stop to it. Only temporarily though. It must be awful to live with someone who has a really loud snore. That could be me actually. I often hear myself snoring when I am semi-asleep.
Have you ever had that thing where you are completely awake but can't move a single muscle? I forget what it's called but it does have some sort of condition name. Then there is the feeling of someone sitting on your chest. Could be a spirit but maybe something medical. Funny how those things only happened to me in one particular flat though. Weird flat that was. If you went away for the weekend it sort of resented it and you could feel it being pissed off when you returned. creepy. It was basically one room. I lived in it with a bloke for eight years. Then we split up and married different people and he was my landlord for a bit when I lived in it with the bloke I married. Not when we were married but before. he couldn't live in it anymore anyway because of becoming a wheel chair user. he doesn't use that term. He says he is a 'crip'. You can do that if you are. All the lads and lasses at the hospital he was at said the same. people who had been at it for years were called 'vets' (short for veterans). They had inflatable loo seats which were rather nice. We had one too somewhere we lived before which was a strange pre something. Anyway he lives in Portugal and when he comes to England he can't stay in my house. He's only been in it once and that was a tricky manouevre.
I'm still not tired. Bother.
My mother rang up and left a message on my answerphone asking if I could give her a ring as she 'looks most peculiar'. Apparently, since talking to me in the morning her face had inexplicably swollen up, especially her lips, until she could hardly speak and she said it was extremely difficult to drink her glass of wine 'I don't know how Diana Dors ever managed it!' she said. My friend in Portugal reckons it might very well have something to do with those glasses of wine in the first place. We may never know as she has no intention of going out of the front door before it is back to normal. She has turned off the hall light so her neighbours will think she has gone away. I made her promise she would give me a ring if it got worse. She said if she loses the ability to speak or breathe she will ring me up and make unintelligible noises down the phone so I will know. Great.
I am going to go off and have a look at some other blogs. Who else is awake?
Maisie
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Rambling on is not making me any more tired. It's even more annoying because for the last 10 days when I haven't had to go to work I have been sleepy most of the time. Not at night though. I have become nocturnal. Just like Yeh did when he was staying with memuscle gain truth
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