Sunday
It is now 01.24am Monday morning, why are the times not showing correctly on my blog? It's very annoying.
I finished my night shifts on Sunday morning, came home and plucked 4 hairs out of my left breast and went to bed. (why oh why do I keep growing hairs here? Always 4 or 5 thick black hairs, always on the left, never the right! Not to mention all my other hair problems, but that's for another day. Hey I'm not one of them bearded ladies or owt if that's what you are thinking)
Anyway I told b.f not to let me stay in bed all day so I could get my body clock back in some kind of order. He woke me up at 13:20pm, I muttered some expletives and hid my head under the duvet, so he returned at 14:20pm and this time I dragged myself out of bed.
We went to a mill shop looking at plant pots for our back yard but didn't see any we liked, so went to another garden centre and I found a lovely grecian urn type pot (shit I must be getting old, I never thought I'd see the day when I would be talking about lovely plant pots) I bought this along with some reggie rat food. Then we went to Lytham St. Annes for tea at Brewers Fayre next to the sea, I was being proper grumpy as I was tired. b.f tried his best to make conversation bless him as the last time we ate out I said he was an ignorant fucker for not making conversational effort and playing with his mobile the whole time. I had grilled chicken (with mash not chips as on weight watchers) and a large glass of vino tinto (just the one , pleased at that) then we had a go on the quiz machine. I was thinking about goin on a walk down to the sand dunes after this but it was cold and raining and I had no coat so we went in the amusement arcade. b.f has given up slot machines as he had an addiction, so we had a game of pool and I was sulking coz I lost... badly! I always used to wear a coat , even in summer, as felt very self conscious, but this year I've not been bothered as much, dunno why, perhaps I'm givinless of a shit as I mature.
Got home (had really bad back ache in the car) and got the rats out to play as they had not been out for a few days, I was meant to keep an eye on them and not fall asleep, but I fell asleep, and here I am again, awake in the middle of the night, body clock fucked up!
Not a bad day , well what I saw of the day anyway, had lots of negative thoughts and worries but tried my best to push them aside
I finished my night shifts on Sunday morning, came home and plucked 4 hairs out of my left breast and went to bed. (why oh why do I keep growing hairs here? Always 4 or 5 thick black hairs, always on the left, never the right! Not to mention all my other hair problems, but that's for another day. Hey I'm not one of them bearded ladies or owt if that's what you are thinking)
Anyway I told b.f not to let me stay in bed all day so I could get my body clock back in some kind of order. He woke me up at 13:20pm, I muttered some expletives and hid my head under the duvet, so he returned at 14:20pm and this time I dragged myself out of bed.
We went to a mill shop looking at plant pots for our back yard but didn't see any we liked, so went to another garden centre and I found a lovely grecian urn type pot (shit I must be getting old, I never thought I'd see the day when I would be talking about lovely plant pots) I bought this along with some reggie rat food. Then we went to Lytham St. Annes for tea at Brewers Fayre next to the sea, I was being proper grumpy as I was tired. b.f tried his best to make conversation bless him as the last time we ate out I said he was an ignorant fucker for not making conversational effort and playing with his mobile the whole time. I had grilled chicken (with mash not chips as on weight watchers) and a large glass of vino tinto (just the one , pleased at that) then we had a go on the quiz machine. I was thinking about goin on a walk down to the sand dunes after this but it was cold and raining and I had no coat so we went in the amusement arcade. b.f has given up slot machines as he had an addiction, so we had a game of pool and I was sulking coz I lost... badly! I always used to wear a coat , even in summer, as felt very self conscious, but this year I've not been bothered as much, dunno why, perhaps I'm givinless of a shit as I mature.
Got home (had really bad back ache in the car) and got the rats out to play as they had not been out for a few days, I was meant to keep an eye on them and not fall asleep, but I fell asleep, and here I am again, awake in the middle of the night, body clock fucked up!
Not a bad day , well what I saw of the day anyway, had lots of negative thoughts and worries but tried my best to push them aside
posted by me-luv-pandas @ 12:23 AM
2 Comments:
At 1:28 AM,
theesel1994 said…
(shit I must be getting old, I never thought I'd see the day when I would be talking about lovely plant pots)
I've been worse than that. I remember going to a football match and talking with the person that was sitting next to me in the back seat of the car about Bachelors Cup a Soup. The driver said "for ****s sake - you two are going to have to get out more often". But then again, I am 40. Now where did I put my slippers. Oh damn - I've already got them on.
At 12:00 PM,
IceniQueen said…
I've been talking about plant pots and plants too. :O I can't believe I got excited about them.....that and trivial bits and bobs for our house......
"Ooh, I've just bought my first bottle of toilet cleaner....yay"
Sad......LOL
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