I know you can’t tell because it’s probably July or August. Just a guess, in reality and certainly in my world it’s January 4th, yes.
The crazy life, that is Helen begun. Went to bed early last night, OK, technically 1am, so whatever.
Jamima, lord love her, pestered me all night. Her nose and whiskers on my face, walking all over me not sure where to settle, scratching at my covers, the licks and fang-like bites = Pest.
Also equals not nearly enough sleep. Woke at 6am and pressed the Mepacs Alarm so someone, somewhere knew I’d made it through the night, barely but I did, still qualifies.
My carer Miss Tina arrived before 10am and I fell into the wall when I got up. Definitely not a good sign.
Washed my hair today, even though it’s not a normal day to do so. It’s going to be hot today. Wet hair will help me stay cooler. Had a light breakfast and by 12pm I went back to bed for a 25-minute power-nap. Jamima came to me straight away. I could practically hear her say. “Hey, what are you doing?”
I confess I growled for her to leave me alone. Slept like the dead, scrambled up, got shoes on, brushed teeth etc and got on my bike.
OK, got on Hell on Wheels and full speed ahead to my parking spot at my last appointment.
On the way, encountered a young man (child, whatever) trying to drag his dog off the High Street around the corner. The dog was trying to ‘do’ something. I slowed down enough to tell him “I hope you’re going to pick that up!” Because I could tell he had no intention of doing so.
He muttered something to do with my mouth. I didn’t hear but he’s lucky I was running late for my pick-up.
Had the ‘Go-Slow’ all the way. Where people are just dawdling along, taking their sweet-ass time, chatting on the phones, I had a text beeping and reminding me it was neglected, but I went knowing full well it was Young John. I was late.
I parked at the Acupuncturist, managing not to smash my head into the pole at the front. (Because I don’t see it!) Took my flag inside so it wouldn’t get stolen. Make joke to have fun with the flag in my absence. You heard me.
Need walking stick today, can’t text, too many distractions around. Walk to the designated location and see Young John is waiting for me.
Felt like a Princess as I just walked right up to the taxi, opened the door and got in. He was on the phone to one of his taxi driver buddies on speaker.
Young John spent the weekend in hospital as he had a nasty infection that required surgery and had started to go septic.
Lift to my favourite café, it’s closed until Mid-January. Damn it! But really, it’s the only time they close, find alternative.
Coffee and huge Rumball – lunch. Rumball sub-standard, sad.
Don’t people know how to make a rumball? They should not be the size of a golf ball, for starters, but onward.
It’s now 2pm, time to hustle to Chiropractors.
“I’m well adjusted!” Yeah, she chants…
Short walk, short tram ride. Some serious texting, another short walk. Get stabbed – eight times.
OK otherwise known as Acupuncture. Made a call (I was in a separate room today) to register my ongoing interest in a Community Housing waitlist. Took four of my own needles out as I needed to pee. Not the first time.
Scooter ride home past the scene of the earlier crime.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I want to be wrong. He did not clean up after his dog.
Stopped down the street to chat to Matt who is building the apartments. His son 21, who has Autism was also there and his carer.
Brief stop at landlords to chat to their grandkids, “What did Santa bring?” And home around 6pm. Bring in washing and water the back garden.