Monday, April 27, 2015

Take A Break Tiredness Can Kill

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I download the app and listen to it in the background. It is truly not to my musical tastes, that's for sure!

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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.

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I do the bit under the window sill.

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And the hard to reach places too.

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And then I do by the door which can you believe was lucky.

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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.

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I fill the area where there must have been a lock once.

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Put another coating on the window sill area and

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skim plaster the end wall and over the doors on the landing. A lot of tidying up later and I head to the kitchen.

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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.

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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.

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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.





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