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Up at 4.30 after lying awake for ages. Not ideal, as I have a busy morning ahead. Physio class and then ear wax removal in town. Followed by cooking class at some distance in the opposite direction. My bloodshot eye feels wet and dry at the same time. Looks awful.
I am ploughing through the laundry backlog but must do the washing up. I did the washing up before 6am. Having washed up after 11pm the last time. The Guinness Book of Records has been informed and I will expect my prize in the post.
A full sized tree sculpture. Containing a number of oversized birds made of wood and probably chainsawed from the solid.
The oil-filled, electric radiators are now keeping the chill off the kitchen and bathroom. I am aiming for 15C/60F. The kitchen was hovering around 58F/14C. Which felt a little too chilly.
6.15 Washing up done. Now I can have breakfast.
My red eye reminded me that I have never washed my GripGrab gloves. Whether my wife washed them I have no idea. So I turned them inside out. Which took about five minutes and bit of practice. Then into a bucket with some sports wash liquid. After a squeeze or two the water turned dark brown with filth. Or original colouring? I'll leave them to soak, rinse well and then air dry.
Time to get going. I have tried the eye bath. There is some sign of the white showing through the bloody redness. My career as a supermodel and babe magnet may not yet be over. 😂
14.00 I have returned from my three appointments. Four, if you count a double helping at the ear, nose and throat specialist. I wasn't quite so fit at physio as I felt on Monday.
Practicing opera singing [in private] was further suggested to strengthen my voice. When I admitted that I talked to my goldfish between visits from talkative friends. She said that I ought to practice my opera singing on them too.
I had my ears scraped of wax while I was there [as you do] and made a new appointment for 6 months ahead. Which shows considerable optimism by all concerned but then, they had enjoyed my sense of humour.
After that I swung past the dental plate specialists. To make another appointment for some further fettling. I dropped by the bike shop to make an appointment for a service check on my e-bike in a week's time. I know the chain needs replacing. Finally it was back into the car to drive to cooking class. Where I was greeted like a long lost, prodigal son.
It was now 12.00 and just in time for serving the day's dishes. There was a complex salad. Lots of pork in a fine sauce with mushrooms. Rice to make it all look effortless. I had an extra helping of pudding. Which was cake and ice cream. Washed down with non-alcoholic beer. Just to show my appreciation for all their efforts in my absence. Of course I hung about to the end. To help with tidying and washing up.
Two charity shops later I was finally back at home. Carrying fresh bread rolls and a pack of cherry tomatoes. The Morris Minor had attracted warm and appreciative stares wherever I went. I have now taken too tooting at the gaggles of children being taken for walks by their jailers. They seem to like it. Several roadside houses have been demolished recently and a large, garage workshop has closed down. They used to have some very posh cars parked outside most of the time.
15.30 I have now caught up with my early rise with a nap.
16.00 62F/16.7C in the room. The stove is burning safely. So I followed up with intensive hand rinsing of gloves, medieval cycling caps and shorts. It took five rinses in a bucket before the gloves no longer stained the clean water dark brown! I have left them to drain.
I have just brought in more logs and kindling. I seem to be getting through a basket of logs per day at the moment. That's only for the late afternoon and evening. Raising the chilly room to 70F/21C by bedtime. It all helps to dry the clothes on the upstairs airers. Nothing will dry outside in this cool, grey, windless weather. Let there be no complaints from me. At least it is not raining.
I have moved the left side mirror. Which was/is still sandwiching the dining table window. To match the height and spacing of its twin. This made a huge difference to their combined appearance. Neither mirror alone produced the desired effect. It was a case of "look at me" and nobody likes an attention seeker.
Modesty prevents a picture. Mostly because the moraine of unsightly detritus on the table. Has gotten away from me again. One has one's pride. Even living in a hovel. I need more light in that part of the room but there is no handy socket. To provide the power for another table lamp on the chest of drawers. Finding clothes therein currently demands a bright day. Or an LED torch.
There will be no need for dinner tonight. I am replete.
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