Today is the last day of ACTUALLY not being able to do anything.
Tonight I will be taking the last of my 3 weeks of post discharge antibiotics, and to make this (also to get my mate Emma off my back about it) cut my beard, and hope to hell that the period between tomorrow morning and my appointment with the specialist on the 11th of next month, (an unfortunate date I know), but a date none the less and sooner than I was originally scheduled.
today not only makes the closing of the Olympics but also the closing of the Reading festival, and whilst I'm totally bummed about not doing to the Reading festival: Last nights weather and my current ache-y-ness and general discomfort even when at home made me feel fortunate to have a snugly bed and a roof over my head.
Basically we've got water coming through the doorway connecting the lounge and dining room. This is in all probability due to the fact that where the lounge is used to be an outside wall and the ballcock on the tank in the attic doesn't work right, so it's overfilling and the overflow no longer runs outside but into a cavity wall, not intentionally, but that's jut the only thing we can think it could be, because if it's not, then my room would be soaked, being directly in-between.
I'm staying here, keeping an eye on the talk in the attic, whilst those two swan off to church before returning to watch the Olympic closing ceremony.
Oh what exciting lives we lead, and for me? Well, what I'd like to do is go up to my studio relatively early and spend the rest of the day watching good films, enjoying good company, and good food but I have a feeling that the only people I will be seeing today will be my parents, and whilst I love them dearly, as pair their lousy company, and individually they're only interested in sharing certain things, and whilst I have vaguely managed to get my mother into Guitar Hero, it's not like she's even played it enough to complete a song on her own yet.
Time to go and check the tank . . .
Tonight I will be taking the last of my 3 weeks of post discharge antibiotics, and to make this (also to get my mate Emma off my back about it) cut my beard, and hope to hell that the period between tomorrow morning and my appointment with the specialist on the 11th of next month, (an unfortunate date I know), but a date none the less and sooner than I was originally scheduled.
today not only makes the closing of the Olympics but also the closing of the Reading festival, and whilst I'm totally bummed about not doing to the Reading festival: Last nights weather and my current ache-y-ness and general discomfort even when at home made me feel fortunate to have a snugly bed and a roof over my head.
Basically we've got water coming through the doorway connecting the lounge and dining room. This is in all probability due to the fact that where the lounge is used to be an outside wall and the ballcock on the tank in the attic doesn't work right, so it's overfilling and the overflow no longer runs outside but into a cavity wall, not intentionally, but that's jut the only thing we can think it could be, because if it's not, then my room would be soaked, being directly in-between.
I'm staying here, keeping an eye on the talk in the attic, whilst those two swan off to church before returning to watch the Olympic closing ceremony.
Oh what exciting lives we lead, and for me? Well, what I'd like to do is go up to my studio relatively early and spend the rest of the day watching good films, enjoying good company, and good food but I have a feeling that the only people I will be seeing today will be my parents, and whilst I love them dearly, as pair their lousy company, and individually they're only interested in sharing certain things, and whilst I have vaguely managed to get my mother into Guitar Hero, it's not like she's even played it enough to complete a song on her own yet.
Time to go and check the tank . . .