For some reason I have not slept well, all night I kept waking, all night I couldn’t get to sleep and now its time to get out of bed, I’m that tired I feel ill, in a way. I eventually get out, and I’m slow, and fumble at everything. And by the time I’m dressed and had breakfast there isn’t any time left to pack any lunch.
Luckily it is nice outside, a bit chilly, but that's a good thing, it wakes me for a bit. I meet Aldi girl, who has enjoyed her hotwater and had a bath this weekend and have a chat. It wakes me up a bit and then I sit all too comfortably on the train and read my book. It is descriptively lovely, if I have had to get used to it following the love of Copland.
At Walsall I suddenly remember that my pass has run out and head up tot he ticket office to get it renewed, goodbye sixty quid.
the morning at work is hard, hard because my body is telling me to go to sleep, to sleep now, to not think, and to think is causing me a headache. At dinner time I had to the canteen and buy dinner at £4.50, which is why I don’t come here anymore and tend to walk to the chip shop. I perk up a bit for the afternoon and ponder where the morning has gone.
I get a seat on the way home, read for a short time and relax. But not too much, I don’t want to go past Cannock.
I get home and head to my bed. Lye down and close my eyes for a bit. This is what I need. And after a short sleep I wake and look at my phone, one of the things I find is there is a local Cannock radio station.
I download the app and listen to it in the background. It is truly not to my musical tastes, that's for sure!
Eventually although still wacked I decide it to be a good idea to get something done, and so I get to grips with mixing some plaster for the problem areas. A thick gooey mix.
I do the bit under the window sill.
And the hard to reach places too.
And then I do by the door which can you believe was lucky.
As when I came in a few hours ago I left my key in the door, AGAIN! I only discovered this when the door was in the way and I opened it! I have got to stop doing this.
I fill the area where there must have been a lock once.
Put another coating on the window sill area and
skim plaster the end wall and over the doors on the landing. A lot of tidying up later and I head to the kitchen.
I throw some matured pasta into the wok, bring to the boil. For once whilst cooking I don’t just end up talking to myself. I put a jar of Lloyd Grossman's cookin sauce into it, which worryingly has garlic in it and I hope, I pray that it doesn't just taste of garlic.
As it happens it doesn't its nice, I have some orange juice and I’m just about able to keep my eyes open to eat it.
I climb the stairs for my comfy bed, if I wasn’t tired before I am now, I am now so looking forward to my bed.