I put the used teabags into the teapot, as you do, recycling means a lot if it saves money. I placed the mug at the side, filled the kettle and switched it on. I took the milk from the fridge and began to pout the milk into the teapot. It was then I stopped as it dawned on me something was not right.
This was typical of my week.
OK we have all walked in front of cars because we didn't look, everybody has walked out the door in their slippers, all have forgotten the lunch was still sitting on the cooker instead of inside it cooking, all forget dinner is in the oven and go on to eat burnt things. I've done that this week.
It was judicious of me to stay indoors this week, I was feared to go outside into the real world!
My plight did not get ignored however. As I lay on my bed I noticed eyes watching me. Up in the tree the, vulture like, the crows gathered around eyeing me up and muttering about 'road kill.' It was a bit anxious like when one of them started to grumble 'Let's do something!' I shut the curtains quickly and asked the neighbour to send the cats out! I locked the doors also just in case. I have seen that Hitchcock film!
Pleasure came from watching endless repeats of 'Time Team,' and one or two of the better 'Top Gear' programmes and several dozen football matches! Falkirk ought to have stuffed the blue bigots tonight by the way. I also have been reading Tacitus, WW2 diaries and Jerry's latest book. More of that later. The rest of the time I lay on the floor watching the Ladybird walk around the lampshade while I cried "Why me? Why me?" plaintively.
I did no work of any sort, as the mess in the place reveals.