I took myself off to bed
at 10.30pm last night and slept without the CPAP machine for the
first time in months. A reasonable night's sleep apart from a tiddle
trip about 2am. I woke up shortly before 7am feeling quite chipper. I
shaved, did my sinal douching and immediately felt like death warmed
up. There is something seriously wrong about washing out the inside
of one's head with warm salty water. It's not an experience i would
wish on anyone, and I am supposed to be doing this for the next month
or so.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round the park. Many
of the trees had lost most of their leaves. When did that happen?
We only went on one of
our smaller walks; and I ended up cutting that short. Had I not met
up with "little" Christine for a chat I would
probably have phoned "er indoors TM"
for a lift home; I was feeling so iffy. I came home and sat in front
of the telly watching Jay and Silent Bob for an hour or so, and then
after sulking through Candy Crush Soda Saga for a bit I watched a
film I can remember watching with my cousin some forty years ago. In
1976 "Aces
High" was a rather good film; today I found it rather
disappointing.
The postman came, I then
had a rather nasty row on the telephone, and after a little more
dozing in front of rubbish on the telly I looked at putting another
Wherigo Geocache together. I started off with a tour guide of South
Ashford, but am now thinking about "lost pubs". In
any event I doubt many people will actually *do* what I am
putting together, but for a personal project whilst I'm under the
weather it's not a bad thing for me to be getting on with. I just
need to come up with seven pubs in the Ashford area that have closed
down over the last few years; all within a relatively sort walk of
each other. I have some ideas...
Feeling somewhat better I
then did my early evening sinal douching and.... what can I say? On
the one hand I sloshed quite a lot of gunge, muck, surgical scabs and
blood clots out from my conk. (Yuk!) On the other hand it left
me feeling washed out (literally and figuratively) for a
couple of hours. So much so that there is no way I could have gone
for saxophone practice.
Talking of which did you
know that today would have been the two
hundredth birthday of Adoph Sax; creator of the saxophone (had
he lived long enough)...
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