Over the last couple of months I’ve had a sore throat every few days. I don’t know why. I think it’s to do with the weather. We have warm weather, then cold. I feel fed up because I have things I want and need to do but I don’t feel up to it. Even my ears are aching. I guess I’m moaning about something that is very minor and trivial in comparison with serious illnesses.
I will take some tablets and get some throat lozenges…. If I’m quiet here (pun intended) you know why.
I have that sort of portentous ache that feels like I’m coming down with something, perhaps a bug? I’m not sneezing yet but my throat is sore again. Perhaps I’ve been overdoing things, just feeling tired and aching.
Trouble with the Internet is that you can seek sympathy instead of just getting on with things. It is good to moan but it’s also probably annoying to hear people going on about how they feel Is it appropriate to complain?
Well I guess in one way it’s informative. I won’t be doing much today because I’m not well. But whose business is that? I’m talking to strangers, to people who don’t know me. One may be sympathetic another thinks get over yourself.
My health pales into insignificance compared to people hurt or killed by cyclones or murderers. Life feels personal to me. But I am one individual. Life is more than that.
I’m shattered… I’ve been out most of the day in the garden and at a singing event and delivering some leaflets.
Trouble is I start to doze off and then funny gobbledygook starts appearing on my screen such as:
-hhh+h or vvhhgghh or cxdddddjjn
Where my fingertip trails across the screen while I had fallen asleep.
I just did it again but have deleted the scrambled letters .. I need sleep!
Chose the image because it’s bright, cheery, and makes me feel awake.
Now I light my way to bed
Lots of thoughts twist in my head.
Have I shut the door and locked it?
Have I done it, or just thought it?
Have I got a book to read?
Till sleep descends within my head.
Will I sleep or will I wake?
Will I see a red dawn break?
Now I wonder what I’ll dream?
Soft and gentle will it seem?
Life is complex when I wake
Sleep reveals a nightmare fate.
Now I need to rest my head.
So I’m off to sleep in bed.
This is what greeted us when we arrived at the Thai restaurant tonight. I’d decided to have a meal out after getting wet and chilly this afternoon.
The cats were a friendly gesture because we visit frequently and the owner knows I have cats.
Now I’m home and I’m going to put my feet up. There is nothing wrong with having a rest occasionaly.
Time for coffee I think.
Funny what you can find in a pub. This skeleton is plastic and sits in the corner of a local pub, next to the fire. I called the drawing the regular, he has been there for a few years. There is also a pretend skeleton of a dog behind him. Also you can see the top of a guitar next to him. That’s because I drew this on music night. The sketch pad is about 4 inches square and I have a drawing from 1995 in it of a place called Winnats pass in Derbyshire.
I’m tired because I’ve been at the panto all evening so this is a very short blog post and also a short poem
I want to be in my bed
Sleeping, snoozing, snoring, napping.
Dozing, having 40 winks
Getting some shut eye
Sleeping under the duvet….
Warm, snuggled, wrapped in feather down
Hushed, soft, moonlit,
Hidden in the dark,
Eyes closed but seeing the stars.
Waves of colour.
Dreaming of galaxies and sun’s,
Nebulae encompassing infinity,
Then shrink down, back to the room,
And sleep.. …