Cyle

A quiet normal life (as if!
2022-05-22 21:36:36 (UTC)

Keeping Up Appearances

Forgot to write this tonight and now it’s 10.40. Really silly of me, and it’s because everything is behind schedule today. Didn’t go for dinner till after 9.30.

Aunts birthday party today with extended family. It was fine. A very pleasant day. My one cousin who I can’t stand and I avoided each other, conversation was pleasant and the weather held up. Enjoyable chats with my uncle and one cousin especially.

I was on chauffeur duty for Patrick and Catherine again which is grating. I’ll stomach it for a while until his knee improves but she has to get back driving. She drove everywhere bar the motorways until a few months ago. When he can get in and out of a car on his own again she needs to get going with this. Otherwise there is 2 of them basically living out of 4 downstairs rooms. I need two pick ups a week from them for 4 years. That’s all I’m asking.

Mary Anne’s feral kids were an unmitigated pain in the hole as always, but at least their Dad was there today. I think he vanished off later but he’s such a doormat that I’d say literally nobody noticed. I have absolutely no idea whether he was there in the end or not. She was always going to end up with either someone she fought like cats and dogs with (but who gave it to her straight) or Richard from Keeping Up Appearances. She choose the latter. My kids had fun which is the most important thing.

My temperature is almost normal but the tops of my legs aren’t getting better. I could live with it but it’s impinging on work and that’s a non starter. It gets sorted one way or another this week.

City won the league and Thiago is injured. I’m not letting it get to me though. We’ve been incredible this season and have 2 trophies in the cabinet. What will be will be on Wednesday.

Hoping for more of an improvement health wise tomorrow and I need a productive day in work. Trying not to think about it.

The Band have been playing well in their support gigs, but the crowd have zero interest. It actually seemed to get tetchy tonight. Tracey told me that the singer told them to go drink their own piss. I doubt that’s true, but who knows.

My latest mental health crutch is serious podcasts. As well as allowing me to hear a human voice who isn’t demanding something from me or costing me money, I’m actually learning something. The Rest is History is a big favourite at present. Real Dictators is excellent too. Fortunately there’s no shortage of them out there. I normally prefer modern history to ancient history, but immersing myself in a time period where the British (well, the post empire building British at least) didn’t exist Is just so appealing.

I’ve glossed over what’s gnawing at my mental health and there’s no bio, but this is the best entry for a few days. If I keep forgetting about these until nearly 11pm that won’t continue though. Hopefully I can get to sleep at a reasonable hour and not have yet another thing to impinge on my work ethic. More roadblocks are not what I need.

Slán go fóill.




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