Tired Day

It was with great reluctance I dragged myself out of bed this morning.  Sleep had been fitful, tiredness heavy.  This remained with me until an afternoon catnap removed much of the weariness.  I have been tired greatly this week, however, I reckon this was indeed a result of the jabs yesterday.  They don't usually cause much grief to me but the tiredness and heavy feel must come from that.  

I had little interest in the media today because it is too much effort, however, cunning people reckon the present attacks on the Tory Party by the far right grumblers on Twitter etc, indicates the right are going to make another move to install their own Furher.  They wish to bring back Boris as he will obey their commands and reignite the Truss legacy.

Now I am about to eat my Steak Pie for dinner and visit 'Etsy' before retiring to bed to lounge for a while, or preferably until morning.  Several gifts have come from these small, but efficient, sellers.  I will look around to see what I can get to finish of my little box for up north.  I must say I think I have bought a few things via these people, so far so good.  A good opportunity for small business's, women especially working from home, and providing for customers who understand Royal Mails problems.

Life, it happens...

Having been returned home safely on Monday night I cogitated on the enjoyable time spent with friends, happy chatter, laughter, education and sharing.  By sharing I mean the generosity on show when only four people turn up is always a joy to experience.  Early on I remember that great man Ian slowly unwinding himself from the chair and grabbing the empty glasses around him, he is always first in, and asking for our orders.  This reluctantly we proffered in his direction while at the same time falsely indicating he ought not to spend money.  However we could not dissuade him thankfully so we continued our chatter.  
Time past as we debated points of importance, education today was one subject, Gordon one heading up a school for special needs, and as we finished he also rose to clear glasses and insisted against all our demands that he buy a round.  How could we refuse?  So we didn't.
Later we discussed the NHS and pointless bureaucracy, Stuart is a radiographer, and the problems that arise when one out of hundreds of thousands of people complain.  Something has gone wrong and office dwellers on higher pay scales (which they decided) are running scared of being sued.  So changes are demanded which hinder work and annoy patients.  At this point Stuart decided he would drink once more and gathering the glasses he wobbled to the, by now almost empty bar, Monday is a quiet night that's why we are allowed in, and insisted on getting the drinks in.  Forced into this situation we all concurred though we were not using long words by this time.  I had noticed the regulars had all gone once they had stopped giving us funny looks but I being used to this did not take it in, the others did not notice being married they are used to such looks.
After a while, and as the glasses were emptying and we were running out of discussion re the playing of guitars with bots of finger missing (don't ask) I decided it was time I took some action.
So I went home.
I had work in the morning.

   
In spite of waking several times for some reason during the night I was healthy and happy at work on Tuesday.  I was glared at for not doing what she indoors wanted but happy when she allowed me to do something easier for her.  Research of things I know about is easy, it is harder starting research when you have no idea where to look.  However this was done and I remained in post until the talk in the afternoon, struggling home for pizza and poor football at night.  It keeps me off the streets and out of the Liberal club.  There is an 'Idiots Club' nearby where the towns loonies meet but I can never get the door open, so I have not yet been inside.
Today I rose late, sat around much of the time and stared at the sunshine outside while allowing the British Gas bill to rise and give yet another bonus to some greedy man in a suit somewhere.  Now I have retreated to bed, here I am rested, warm and awaiting another poor football game.  In days of yore being in bed before eleven was rare, we used to be up as late as possible and in work by eight or nine the next day.  What happened?  I wish I knew...

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