This assumes anyone ever reads this. Writing this is certainly the literary equivalent of talking to the television - the neon glare of the screen blinds my eyes yet the odds of response or acknowledgement is marginal.
I'll resume normal prose once Carole and Luca have returned from Lincoln.
Fives days "sans" family seems an insignificant period in the longer scheme of things, yet time is surprisingly dragging. How have I kept busy since their Tuesday departure?:-
Tuesday - Work followed by a game of football
Wednesday - Work followed by shopping followed by a movie ("Wild Hogs". Truly, truly execrable).
Thursday - Work followed by a trip to the gym followed by.........this blog
Par-tay.
At least Kelly can now rest assured she isn't the only one to drink and type (yep, beer is my buddy this week). We exchanged a few emails yesterday, and her admission that she was drinking rum did certainly explain her "erratic" typing. Very funny though, and nice to speak to her. Speak not in a literal sense obviously.
Speaking of which...........Although tonight's agenda included calling Carole, my intent has been forcibly delayed. I've lost my voice! I've been struggling with a little excess mucus these past two days (apologies for being over descriptive), finally resulting in ever weakening vocals. Indeed, by mid afternoon my voice had become a more humorous counterfeit of Mickey Mouses, eventually reaching a squeakiness inaudible to even the most alert of dogs.
Do you think the beer I'm drinking will be a help or hindrance?
I have little else to mention. I did play a game on the Playstation last night. This is noteworthy as - contradictorily opposite to my teenage years - I NEVER play computer games these days. However, rubbish TV and lack of company late last night forced me to relive my youth (1987 to 1992 was badly misspent) and despite myself I had fun. Bloody sore eyeballs this morning mind.
Almost neglected to mention. I had a nightmare last night (no not about dinosaurs, that's the mini version of me that has those) and woke with a start and a cold sweat before instinctively diving toward Carole. Who wasn't there. Yoda was. Not an attractive alternative. At all.
**Useless fact of the day - Suicide accounts for l in 100 deaths but the majority of those are men. A worrying recent trend is the increasing rate of suicide among younger men (a trend not seen among young women). The majority of these men have not asked for help before their deaths. The suicide rate in men also increases in those aged between 65 and 75 years. In contrast, the suicide rate in women varies less with age**
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