Dear reader, this week seems to have dripped by. Thursday in particular was especially hard to get the hang of (I know some people groan at that Douglas Adams joke, but I do like it and, well, my blog, my rules). A couple of things that were supposed to happen didn’t and a couple of things that I wasn’t expecting to happen just yet did – and very nice they were, too.
Dear reader, it’s a somewhat shorter entry this week due to fatigue setting in. If you’re not interested in fatigue, there’s some stuff below this paragraph about brownies. It’s been a busy week – I’ve bimbled around a bit, been Organised and learned about the ‘oh dear’ level of fatigue. Fatigue in general isn’t nice, but I can still do a few things when I’m having a bad day, provided I space them out between long periods of sitting on the sofa. Fatigue can even be quite funny, if you like your gallows humour – I’ve been out of breath after doing the washing-up, which feels quite ridiculous and is something that you can only really laugh at. However, there’s a hidden bonus level of fatigue, where it goes from being something of an inconvenience to being really quite frightening. The distance from one room to another suddenly becomes the distance of the London Marathon, which you’re trying to complete on no sleep for the last forty-eight hours, while wearing a rhinoceros suit. Oh, and the road’s made of foot-high treacle. I’m not going to go into the other symptoms, because you can always look them up if you want to, but the ‘oh dear’ level was unlocked late at night on public transport and it was incredibly horrible. A couple of lessons have been learned about just how far I can push myself and hopefully it won’t happen again. Besides, I really didn’t suit the rhinoceros suit.
Dear reader, I have slept! And rested and eaten quite a few biscuits and, while it’s still not good, my back doesn’t feel as bad as it did yesterday. I’d forgotten how bad sitting for long periods of time (trains from Norwich to Bristol and vice-versa) can be for my back; that made the second half of my degree so much fun… Anyway, on to the previous week’s blog, which is technically this week’s, however due to the reasonable delay caused by my unreasonable body I still think of it as last week’s. So there, dear reader.
Dearest reader, this Sunday’s blog entry is postponed due to a slight doing-in of my back. Entry will be up tomorrow once I’ve had a chance to lie down and rest. In the meantime, I can recommend caramel digestive biscuits, which may possibly have restorative powers. See you soon, dear reader.
Dear reader, it’s bloody cold, isn’t it? Having been a student for five years, I feel I’ve perfected the art of keeping warm during English winters (especially when there’s no insulation/other people keep turning the boiler off/you don’t have access to the broken-down boiler). So it’s been the season of stockings-under-tights-under-normal-socks-under-long-woolly-socks-under-gigantic-fluffy-socks-from-Primark-under-jeans, because rural Norfolk is significantly colder than the city. It is, on the other hand, also snowman-building time and my pocket-sized snowman is now sitting on the bench in the garden… or at least, he was before it started raining (I didn’t dare look after). Anyway, dear reader, let us think of more warming things, like the worryingly large and probably impossible baking idea I came up with the other night, during the witching hour, and the comforts that one can find in writing in the wee small hours.