Well the canker of my soul had toxified even my ability to write today. I sat at my desk this morning, thinking that I could usefully fill an hour with happy thoughts and musings…when boredom struck. There was nothing I wanted to say. Then I couldn’t sit up again… then I decided I really was ill and so did not go to work for a second day – this dreaded lurgy isn’t something I want to share with anybody – even my enemies – so I gave the Unit a miss as well.
I then became totally bemused by this alien cloud which descended on me. I became “bored”. Now boredom isn’t something I feel at all normally – so this was indeed scary.
Toby was fitted out this morning with his communication board, which I was really sorry I missed out on. Apparently he was really engrossed in the board, and even managed to get “I want my bling” programmed in with a Steven Hawkins voice. This should cheer the chap up, and as long as he doesn’t contract C Diff which is now back in the Unit – hopefully the wait won’t be too long now for normality – as we now know it to be that is.
So this afternoon, whilst getting through another box of hankies and watched an awful American play – thirtysomething. I marvelled at the domesticity of one of the wafer thin actresses as she changed the sparkling bedclothes and tided up the one stray toy. Oh how lovely. So Battlefield Kitchen will commence tomorrow if I feel better – idle thought crossing my mind now – when was the last time I washed my nets and starched my linen? Oh dear how careless of me.
I have decided though the only way to keep the place tidy is to lock the door on my way out in the morning, and hold the only key. I refuse to believe it is the rats now making the mess…
Thinking of comfort foods… smells filtered through the bunged-up nose and flannelette sheets.Applesmoke outside, and long evening nights Oh how joyous the autumn is. Now all I want is a good night’s sleep and tomorrow will be a brighter day.
