Well, 1/2 the weekend has gone and I didn’t even realise. Saturday, usually the day of crossword and cooking was spent, doing the crossword, standing respectfully and orderly in line outside Tescos, behind a man who insisted Mrs T and I wouldn’t be allowed in together, we were, I checked with the Tesco Territorials before. Then behind us was a mental health nurse, doing a fine job with the people who have no idea what the fuck is going on right now. I bought 100 cigarettes for a neighbour, £63!! which makes me glad i’m no longer smoking, this time is a prime time for smoking as the boredom takes over.
I hung some washing up, took some down, had a small bonfire burning the rest of the sage bush we dug up, it smelt lovely and burnt with a little incense like smoke, leaving me to keep one pace ahead of it by turning round the fire pit, this way and that. My friend is just recovering from the virus, he’s been in bed for over a week, yesterday was the first day downstairs, he was coughing up globules of blood from a secondary lung infection, his advice: not to get this affliction. Thank god he’s over the worst of it.
So we’re entering double figures since the official lockdown beginning; the day the pubs shut down, the honeymoon period, the end of term feeling I suspect will soon dissipate as we enter week 2 proper, and pretending top be busy at work begins again. I’ve got my review on Tuesday, in which I will probably not be receiving a pay rise despite working like a prostitute for them this year. My boss and his apparently have singled me out for a new project which is pretty hush, hush at the moment, possibly because they haven’t worked out what the fuck it is they want me to do yet. But in a fraction of clarity just a few minutes ago I assume that it’ll be on my terms completely and maybe i’ll have to learn something completely new, which would be better than going over the same old shit which all the normal projects they churn out tend to be. We’ll have to wait and see.
In other news, I saw the first Bluebell on Friday (day8) but was on the phone to a friend, so I walked past, making plans to return after the call to take the photo. I couldn’t find the flower and went off-road for a good time looking for others. I’ll be gutted if anyone else posts a photo before I do on the village FB site. I’ve won that completely made up competition for the last few years running, but I am slightly unsure of the numbers of competitors if i’m being brutally honest.
Today is the forth of fifth day that my weight has been under 80kg, today i’m heading towards 78kg!! I’m 79.2kg. I’m not sure of the stone weight, google it.
And so it goes. Nothing fucking happens.