Fizzle
I recall a dream I had last night.I was standing on a thin piece of rock, suspended what seemed like miles in the air. I was trying to jump onto a larger piece of rock about 2 foot higher and 2 foot away. They seemed to be linked together by old vines, but the more I tried to get onto the bigger rock, the more vines slipped away, falling to the ground.
On the last attempt I fell...
...and then woke up, as you do.
I found out yesterday that one of the psychologists who had been ill since Christmas with what seemed a nastier bug of what I had has actually been diagnosed with Lupus, an incurable and potentially fatal disease where the immune system goes into overdrive and attacks itself.
It certainly gave me food for thought.
I understand that every one more year, we spend on the planet, as adults, our chances of dying from our own bodies failing increases every time. A little scary, ne c’est pas?
After I walked home yesterday my back stiffened up and I also think I’ve OD’d on wheat again as I feel like im digesting a Blue whale.
I’m falling behind on my flat plan. I’m about 13 hours work behind my target I’ve set myself – (apparently I should be saying ‘we’ now and not ‘I’ – which is only fair, for the last couple of weeks anyway)
Some of the jobs though are daytime only jobs, like painting, so I can escape during the day. Roofers have been round and I’m waiting quotes to arrive – apparently I have an asbestos guttering – how fun.
Those delightful people at Numpton Police have declined my ‘over the phone’ request for receipts of my paying back the salary that they accidentally overpaid me, and I have to make a Data Protection application. Tis funny as their office was only next door to mine when I worked there and I got on quite well with them all.
Funnily enough, the building society whom I used to pay the cheques sent their info to me like*that* and it arrived in the post this morning.
Ho hum.
Chatted to a few old friends last night – it was quite a pleasant change. Mr Quinn has a popstar boyfriend and is completely smitted by the sounds of it. Good luck to him as he’s the kind of person that shouldn’t be left on his own 😜
I’ve even managed to speak to the landlady of the pub over yonder and turns out she would be still interested in renting my flat out, so all may not be doom and gloom after all.
Not that it ever really is.
Although life may be a bit crap sometimes, at least I’m not dead.
Now for some pills...... 😜
Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:08am
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