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My Diary/Blog For the Month of November 2016 |
Wednesday 30th November 2016 |
16:42
GMT It was another nice sunny day yesterday, but the temperature only got up to 5 or 6° C at best, and once the sun set it soon dropped, and dropped, and dropped ! This morning, maybe around 6am, the outside thermometer that is least affected by any heat escaping from my house was saying the temperature was -4.7° C - that's minus 4.7° C ! To make matters more interesting there was a freezing fog or mist too. Eventually the mist lifted, and the sun broke through, but the afternoon temperature only went up to 2 or 3° C. At some time in the night cloud will move in, and stop the temperature falling to negative figures, but the forecast says to only expect it to be 1° C at daybreak tomorrow (at 07:44 - a good quarter of an hour after I get to work !). It is forecast to be a very dull, and miserable overcast day tomorrow, but at least the temperature will rise to a whole 6° C - which is nothing to celebrate at all. Sunset will be at 15:54, and that is depressingly early. This is how the western sky looked 15 - 20 minutes ago. It is quite pretty. I can't really remember how
I felt at work yesterday. I guess I didn't feel bad
enough to be memorable, but on the other hand I was
feeling quite distracted wondering if I would see
Angela after work, and if I did, what the outcome
would be. Well the good news is that I did see Angela.
The bad news is that I can't see any way that our
relationship can ever recover. It is a case of "love
me, love my dog" - except in this case it is "love me,
love my son!, and I can't. There are some people whose
views are so alien to your own personal views that it
is just impossible to not have an aversion to them.
The most amazing thing is that we parted with a brief hug, and a quick kiss on the lips - and both feeling very, very sad. It almost certainly contributed to me having a very bad night. After a couple of hours sleep I woke up, and hardly slept again. Much of it was because my brain would not switch off. Oddly enough, I wasn't always thinking about Angela, and what I've probably just thrown away, but I guess when I wasn't, it was my brain trying to distract me with all sorts of unrelated thoughts. On top of my brain being a bastard, I was also feeling the bed was too hot, and too cold, and too lumpy, and all the other physical attributes that make or break a good sleep. If that wasn't bad enough I had my own physical symptoms. All the tossing and turning was making my chest feel quite sore. It is always a mystery why it is so easy to fall asleep laying on my bed during the day, usually after reading for a bit, and seemingly impossible to do during the night. Sometimes, if I am not careful, I can turn on my side while in bed, and it feels like my whole rib cage goes crunch - and I am going through another phase where it is very prone to doing it. Some of those chest pains can be worrisome. None of them have ever come to anything in the last three years, and I've even had an electro cardiogram to check my heart when going through a particular phase of it early last year (or was it in the middle of last year - I've forgotten). Nevertheless, some of those pains do make me think "is this it ?". At the moment I would be inclined to ask not to be resuscitated if one of those pains should ever turn out to be a heart attack. The problem with Angela is one more obvious reason for that, but there are others. The world, or maybe just England, depicted in George Orwell's 1984 terrifies me, and it seems that we are moving ever closer to that world of oppression for all but the ruling classes. Just today a new act of parliament was signed into being by the Queen. It basically gives the state the right to snoop on everything you ever do on the internet. They say it is to catch terrorists (which it won't), but everyone with an ounce of intelligence, and who is aware of a little bit of history will know that we are on a deeply slippery slope ending in dictatorship, neighbours spying on neighbours, and children informing on their parents. Imagine a boot stamping on a human face for ever and ever (quote from 1984). You can learn more of this step towards totalitarianism here - http://www.theregister.co.uk/2016/11/29/investigatory_powers_act_2016/ many of the comments are well worth a read too. There was one other problem I had in the early hours of the morning, and maybe it was psychosomatic. I had growling guts that necessitated several visits to the toilet before I was comfortable again. That was at about 4.30am, and by that time I had lost out on so much sleep that I decided I wouldn't go to work. So once again I turned over and having given in, I actually slept until about 6.20am. I didn't feel all that bad after that bit of sleep, but then again I didn't feel that wonderful either. I certainly didn't fancy exposing my already sore chest to the freezing fog. So I called work and told them I was going sick. I should have immediately gone back to bed to try and get more sleep, but for some reason I didn't feel like it at first. Even when I did lay on my bed I didn't think I would get to sleep again. I have had at least one snooze today, but I have also done an awful lot of nothing plus a few useful things. I went to Aldi at just after 9am, and it was relatively peaceful in there - which was nice. When I got back I treated myself to some bacon rolls. I had left the bacon cooking in the oven while I was shopping. They were rather nice, although maybe not the wisest food for an upset stomach. I also did a bit of physical activity today. I've washed a sheet and four pillowcases. I doubt it will be before Saturday, but sooner or later I will wash the matching duvet cover, and all my bed linen washing will be completely up to date. The very last bit of activity of note was to go onto Amazon's web site and order another three Robert Heinlein SciFi books. I was hoping that this Xmas holiday period would be much more exciting this year, but it now looks like I'll be spending most of the 10 days off work on my own as usual. So a few books will help pass the time. |
Tuesday 29th November 2016 |
08:03
GMT Yesterday was delightfully sunny - not that I saw much of it. At this time of year, with the sun so low in the sky, and the hours of daylight being so short, there is only a short period of time when the sun is not obscured by the building in front of my office window, but for that 40 - 50 minutes it was rather glorious to be half blinded by the sun. Of course it didn't do much for the temperature. It was probably between 5 and 7° C at it's very best. The picture on the left is of my downstairs thermometer. The remote, radio linked, sensor, is probably the least affected by heat leaking from my house, and is probably the most accurate of the three external sensors I have. It's the top left hand number that is significant. At 6:09am it was minus 1.7° C, and that is rather chilly ! There was a good frost on all the cars, although here in Earlsfield it didn't seem quite as frosty at Catford. The forecast says that today will be another dry sunny day, but the temperature will peak at no more than 5° C. That will probably be at 3pm. By 4pm the sun will have set, and the temperature will fall. When I get up at 5am tomorrow I could be looking forward to a freezing fog with a temperature of minus 2° C. I can't say I am looking forward to that ! By 9am it could have dropped to minus 3° C. Eventually the mist or fog will lift to reveal a bright sunny day, and the temperature creeping up to just 3° C. If all this does not turn out to be fantasy then the next bit definitely has a hard to believe air about it. The temperature will only dip by about a degree after sunset at 15:55, and then it will start to rise again as relatively warm (but still darn chilly) and wet air moves in. What happens after that is anyone's guess, and I am sure the weather forecasters will come up with lots of different guesses by then. Some pigeons shivering in a tree by Earlsfield station just before sunset yesterday. Yesterday was another day
when I felt mostly OK apart from mild twinges from my
chest. It's not particularly nice, but it seems to
feel almost normal now. Maybe I'll be feeling like
this, living on an occasional diet of painkillers
and/or anti-inflammatory tablets (Ibuprofen) to take
the edge off it all, until winter, and probably half
of next spring are over. What was even worse was that
I didn't meet up with Angela after work yesterday. I
have dark feelings about where our relationship is
going.
Instead of going to the pub I went to Poundland - principally to buy some wrapping paper, but I bought other stuff too. What I didn't buy was some new sellotape. I think I have some at home somewhere, but it must be 20 years old now, and not working to peak perfection ! I felt in a rebellious mood last night (because of circumstances) and so I bought a few naughty things. The very naughtiest was a packet of Twix bars. I did regain some degree of self control when I got home, and I only had one finger/bar of those rather nice high sugar chocolate and caramel bars. Fortunately the bars are individually wrapped rather than in pairs as would usually be bought (it's where the name Twix derives from). Maybe the least of the naughties was a packet of Coconut Macaroons (is there any other type ?). They are sweet, but not in the same league as a Twix bar, and I only had two from the packet. Besides eating I also watched the 6pm TV news for the first time in ages. It is still as depressing as ever. It seems the new leader of the political party is Eddie Hitler - http://the-bottom.wikia.com/wiki/Eddie_Hitler - although maybe that could be good. On reflection, I think I was concentrating on my dinner rather than the TV. I remember reading more depressing stuff in the paper. There were the usual stories about the current government trying to sell off the NHS to a load of scum bags, and now they are thinking of selling of bits of Network Rail - already notionally a private company running as a not-for-profit organisation, with the government holding a majority stake in it. It seems like it won't be long before large chunks of it are owned by banks and other bum-chums of the Tory party. Meanwhile our wonderful prime minister, Theresa May is doing her best to bring in the most deeply privacy busting snoopers charter, and at the same time repeal any and all laws to do with human rights. Isn't this the prelude to 1984 ? I wasn't entirely lazy and depressed last night. I did get around to uploading all the pictures I have selected and edited of the gig at Petts Wood last Saturday. The bands played on Matt's stage-on-the-back-of-an-articulated-lorry-trailer in the car park of The Daylight Inn pub. It was cold, but good fun. Click on the matrix of thumbnail sized images to open up the Flickr photo album page in a new tab or window if you want a closer look. There are 40 pictures in all, and you'll have to scroll down past the pictures of Behind The lens to get down to the pictures of MT Pockets. (I will be adding to this album at some point, and the order may change). Last night was yet another night when I should have been able to get to bed nice and early, but I got carried away reading, and it was just gone 9.30pm when I turned out the light. I fell asleep quite quickly, and as far as I can remember I slept well until 3am. From then on my sleep got very patchy. To my great annoyance it seemed that I was just getting the hang of sleeping again just as it was time to get up. I feel relatively OK this morning, although I did take the precaution of taking a couple of Paracetamol for pain relief, and a couple of Ibuprofen to reduce inflammation before I left to come to work. I don't think I've ever done that before, and either it worked, or I didn't need anything this morning. I expected the below zero air to really aggravate my chest, and maybe it would have if I hadn't taken those drugs. On the other hand my chest was not immune to pain. It still felt uncomfortable to be sitting on a cramped train seat. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I will see Angela after work tonight, although I do feel very pessimistic about it. I would not be surprised if she declines my offer of a drink, and I end up going straight home (or maybe via Tesco first). |
Friday 25th November 2016 |
08:21
GMT There were supposed to be several long sunny periods yesterday, and I can't recall if there were or weren't. There were certainly some sunny periods, but I have this pessimistic feeling that there was less sunshine than I was hoping for. Other than that, it was dry, and it was cold. it was cold even when it wasn't. 10° C is not in itself cold, but in a keen breeze it can chill the parts other beers can't (or something like that). This morning it was definitely time to put on my gloves. We probably only missed a frost by a couple of degrees. My thermometers suggested an average temperature of just 5° C. I spent far too long at my desk doing very little yesterday. I didn't mind doing very little, but the lack of activity made me feel very creaky. Apart from that I was generally comfortable. I didn't go straight home, or even to Catford after work yesterday. I went to Bromley for the Thursday night drink instead. I must admit that while a few pints of beer, very good beer on this occasion, was very nice, I didn't find myself feeling very keen to travel to Bromley. Getting to Bromley is, on paper, quite easy. I get the bus or walk to Earlsfield station. From there I get any Waterloo bound train the one stop to Clapham Junction. I then change trains for a service direct to Victoria. At Victoria there are quite a few services in quick succession that call at Bromley South. The next service when I got there was to Rainham (Kent). It was interesting to me because it goes through Catford station non stop, and it's very rare that I wouldn't want to get off there. I got off the train at Bromley South, and it was there that I faced the difficult decision to either wait for a bus, or walk up the hilly high street. the last time I did that I felt quite winded before I got to the pub. Oddly enough I didn't seem to find it anywhere near as hard as last time, although my chest was creaking and popping with odd jarring pains here and there when I arrived at the pub. Maybe it was all worth it because I had three delicious beers while I was there. I had a pint of Fullers HSB, a pint of Fullers ESB, and a pint of Fullers Firecracker. The latter is a spiced winter ale. Although I only had three pints it seemed late when I left the pub, and the wind was making it feel quite chilly. While I waited for the bus I found I had an irresistible urge to ignore the 208 bus in favour of waiting an extra minute or two so I could get a 320 bus. The reason was that I wanted to get some food, and I didn't want to have to wait even 5 minutes for the microwave to zap it. The only solution was a fast food takeaway, and that fast food was "southern style" fried chicken and "fries". I walked as fast as I could, and I am pretty certain that was a minute bit faster than average, and yet it still felt like a lifetime to walk from the chicken shop to home (5 or 6 minutes in reality). Once I got I quickly changed clothes so I didn't get chicken fat on them, and then tucked into my food - instant gratification, and yet I seem to find fried chicken less and less wonderful lately. Maybe it's guilt, or maybe my tastes are changing. Anyway, I went up to my bedroom feeling full and warm, and that was the intention. For the second (or third ?) night running I had the opportunity to try and get to sleep before 9pm, but didn't. Admittedly it couldn't have been much earlier last night, but once again I elected to read a few pages from the book I am currently reading before turning out the light, and falling asleep almost instantly near to 9.30pm. As usual I woke up near 1am, and for a moment I thought I could not get back to sleep again, but while I was thinking and cursing about it I fell asleep anyway. The next time I was was at 4am. After a quick wee I managed to get some very poor sleep for something like half an hour. It was sleep punctuated with loads of dreams - and I still remember a few snatches of a couple of them. I have no idea what the first dream I remember was all about. The bit I remember was demonstrating to someone, or maybe just to myself, how a set of scales made of folded paper, and with an offset fulcrum, could measure the weight of a sprinkle of pepper by using a rice grain as the counterweight. The science behind it was solid, but what the greater picture was is a complete mystery now. The second dream was, or was heading to, an erotic dream. The "object of my desire" was a woman who worked in, but looked nothing like the woman who really works in a real shop I know, and the dream shop didn't look anything like the shop she was supposed to work in ! No, I don't understand it either ! When I finally gave up trying to sleep, and got up, I felt pretty awful - that is the reason I couldn't get back to sleep in the first place. My neck felt stiff, and my head felt painful - like it was over pressurised or something. All that passed as I got used to being an upright ape again, and showered and dressed. By the time I set out to walk to the station I felt tolerably OK, and the walk to the station did nothing worse than make me breath a bit heavier for a minute or so. Everything was fine until I sat down on the train to Waterloo East station. With hindsight I realise that the seat I chose to sit on was a bad idea. It was next to where the aisle narrows as the seats change from 2+3 to 2+3. Everytime someone wanted to get past, and there were a lot of them at every stop before Waterloo East, I had to try and make myself narrower or sit on the lap of the man next to me. I obviously chose the former, but every time I tried to squeeze my arms and shoulders in it would hurt my chest. Sometimes I would suffer from some quite unpleasant sharp pains. Now various bits of my chest ache, and past experience suggests they will continue to ache for some time - maybe until late spring ! I think I have something to look forward to after work, and so I am already impatient for the working day to finish. The plans are not yet finalised, or even definite, but I think I'll be meeting Angela in The Black Cat for a pint or two of Guinness before going back to my place for some food, and possibly to watch a film. An alternative scenario, although I don't think it likely, is that I'll be summoned to go directly to Angela's place to have one of her excellently cooked dinners there. There is a third possibility that I won't be seeing Angela until Saturday night, but that seems unlikely. |
Thursday 24th November 2016 |
08:13
GMT I was hoping for a bit of sunshine yesterday, and my hope was rewarded - with about 38 seconds of sunshine. Other than that the weather was remarkably close to how the forecast described it. It was lightly overcast until 1 or 2pm, and then it became heavily overcast for the rest of the day. I can't quite remember when the sun came out, and maybe I am exaggerating a bit. It might have only glowed very brightly through some thin cloud. It was probably around 11am. Like yesterday, it should be in the region of 11° C today. A lot of the day is forecast to be lightly overcast, although I would call it medium to heavy at the moment, but we should be seeing a few long periods of sunshine today. There could be a lot more if the day wasn't so bloody short. From just after sunset the sky should clear completely. Normally that would lead to a huge temperature drop, but it is still supposed to 7° C tomorrow morning. Tomorrow may only be 10° C at it's highest, but all day sunshine is currently forecast. I was never 100% free of any discomfort yesterday, but there were times when I came close to it. Probably the worst feeling was shortly before I left work to go home. For some reason I felt intensely hungry. That feeling soon went away once I left work, and started making my way to the station. Walking to the station was more tedious than taxing - which is pretty much how it's always been, although maybe I was starting to breath a little harder than usual. I'm not sure if I left work a minute or two earlier than usual, or if I was walking faster, but I arrived up on the platform in time to catch an earlier train - the 15:44 instead of the 15:47 - but only just. I didn't have quite enough time to walk halfway down the platform so I could get on the front half of the train, but I did after breaking into a run. There was no real need to do that. What I would normally do if I couldn't get on the front section of the train would be to get to the front of the rear section, and then jump off at Clapham Junction, and get on the front section there. Yesterday I was feeling good enough to run almost two carriage lengths to make sure I could get on the front half of the train. (Each carriage is 65 feet long). I had plenty of time to change trains from Waterloo to Waterloo East. So I didn't have to run up the escalators, but I part walked and part ran just because I could. I was a bit concerned about my train back to Catford Bridge. There was a track fault in the New Cross area that was affecting some trains, but my train ran to time, and I was back in Catford, and home, at my usual time. That gave me time to do three important things. The most important was to have some dinner. I didn't realise I did it until I thought about it afterwards, but my dinner was particularly low in obvious carbohydrates - which is good for keeping my blood glucose level lower. I think that was another sign that I thought I was starting to finally feel better after whatever part cold, part 'flu like, malady that started weeks and weeks ago. Another micro triumph (which was not even a triumph really) was to wash and condition my hair. I used some macadamia oil enriched shampoo and conditioner, and it works quite well, but has the terrible disadvantage that is smells like I washed my hair in bubble gum ! Fortunately I have now almost used it all up, and won't have to endure for much longer. My third important thing was to make a start editing the best of the best photos I took at the Life Of Brian gig at The Black Cat last Saturday. As well as the usual photos of the band playing, I had been asked if I could do a few special photos that will end up on the bands web site. (They already use quite a few of my pictures). First of all were some shots of the entire band, and then someone had the great idea of getting everybody left in the pub (I think it was after closing time by then) to come up to the stage area for a big picture of band and fans. That was a lot of fun. Credit must go to Dan Murphy for using my camera for the second picture so I could be in the shot (I have no idea who "bullied me" to join the shot !). First of all (left to right) Dave G, Miranda Bell, Paul Gunn and Brian Bath. There's too many people to
name in the lower photo, but on the far left is
Richard who works for the pub, and looks after the
bands on Saturday nights. On the far right is Gerry
Shirwin - bass player for MT Pockets. I'm in there too
- 4th from the right !
I theory I could have had an early night last night. I thought I probably ought to have one, but I decided I would like to relax a bit before going to sleep by reading a few more pages from my current book - Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein. I think I still managed to get to sleep by, or at least very soon after, 9.30pm. An hour earlier might have been nice, but by 4.30am my body had decided I had had enough sleep even if my brain disagreed. As usual, my last 30 - 40 minutes of sleep was punctuated by loads of dreams. 99.9% of the details of those dreams have, as usual, evaporated now, but one fragment remains - although I cannot remember any of the backdrop, nor storyline of the dream. I do remember it involving some sort of boat, possibly a ferry, that was just about a perfect grey metal cube - which doesn't sound very practical in the cold light of day. Life wouldn't be life as I know it without something to moan about, and this morning my main moan is about waking up with a sore throat. It is very slightly sore even now, and I presume it is just the latest symptom of my new everlasting cold. I also had a mild headache 30 - 40 minutes ago, but when I stop to analyse it I find that it has faded to almost not there. I guess that means I now feel pretty good. I just wish I could convince myself that I did. I feel I would feel infinitely better if I was sitting in hot sunshine with a pint of Guinness in hand, and something nice and meaty on a plate in front of me. Apart from some satsuma style oranges, it is going to be quite a while before I can sit down to anything on a plate in front of me. It's Thursday, and drinking with the Thursday drinkers night. Tonight's venue is The Partridge in Bromley. It's a bugger of a pub to get to from work, but easy to get home from, and there is always the big plus that is ESB. Fuller's Extra Special Bitter is a glorious beer - very strong, very tasty - and it will be hard work to be sensible and not make all of my three pint ration ESBs ! |
Monday 14th November 2016 |
08:20
GMT The weather probably wasn't too bad for a mid November day yesterday, but I do would much have preferred warm sunshine to cold sunshine - and lots more of it ! That isn't going to happen today. There are supposed to be some sunny intervals around 1pm, but most of the day will be overcast - lightly overcast in the morning, and heavily overcast in the evening. There have been a few very light showers so far this morning, I was all set to have a very lazy evening last night when I suddenly decided I ought to do something with the pictures I took of Ruby Red in The Black Cat on Saturday night. I really must get around to uploading them to Flickr so they can all be seen. When I went through them there were the usual crap pictures, but some seemed rather better than I imagined. I am never totally happy with most of my snaps, not even the better ones, but having seen some other peoples pictures of Ruby Red, I feel quite happy that mine are better than most. It is interesting that the bands web site - http://www.rubyredrock.co.uk - doesn't feature any gig photos at all ! Here is one reduced size picture I took. I can't seem to work out just how I feel this morning. Sometimes I feel moderately good, and sometimes not. On a few occasions I have felt rather bad ! Initially I felt quite average, and that was rather refreshing after so many days of waaking up wondering if I would ever get over the cold I was suffering from last week, and the week before. After my shower I thought I felt a bit creaky, but I had no difficulty walking to the station, or traversing the link between Waterloo East and Waterloo stations. I did the later at a good pace, although like the walk to the station, I found myself breathing harder than I should have. When I arrived at Earlsfield I felt very creaky, and my chest felt heavy as I walked around the corner to Sainsbury's. I did two things there. I used the cash machine, and I bought some stuff from the store. I bought a ready made Greek salad that I had for breakfast, and some "easy peelers" oranges that I'll be eating over the course of the next few days to keep my vitamin C levels up. When I caame out of the store I felt relatively normal, and my walk to work was no worse (or better) than usual. As I sit here typing this it feels like I am siezing up, and I need to get up and stretch my legs soon. The money I got out of the cash machine felt very clean and new. It was like it was straight out of the mint. So I checked the serial numbers, and all five notes have consecutive numbers. I am not aware that I have ever owned notes like that before. I thought I would take a snap for posterity (or something). |
Sunday 6th November 2016 |
12:57 GMT The weather has been highly variable in the last few days. Last Friday saw some rain - light at first, but quite heavy later. I guess it first started a little after midday, and didn't stop until well into the evening. As far as I can recall it was dry yesterday, but I don't think there was much, if indeed any sunshine. There has been some sunshine this morning, although a consequence of the clear(ish) sky was that it was perishing cold this morning - about 4° C. It's only 8° C now, but a lack of wind, and the earlier sunny spells took the sting out of it's tail. The forecast says it will start to rain any minute now. That seems unlikely, but I guess it could rain a bit later. Tomorrow could be sunny, but like today, the temperature will only peak at about 8° C. My cold lingers on occasionally getting worse, and occasionally getting better. For instance, right now I have a very sore throat. It started for no apparent reason about an hour ago. I think it was on Friday night that my throat was very sore too, and that lasted quite a few hours before going away while I slept. The two main symptoms of this filthy disease remain a cough, and a stuffy nose. Either can come and go on a whim, although I guess that "weaken" and "strengthen" are probably more accurate than come and go. Apart from those annoyances I often feel fairly OK for a lot of the time, but sometime they can be bad enough to make me feel bad, and occasionally I just feel bad. Perhaps the most annoying feeling of all is that there seems to be no obvious progression to getting well again. I didn't feel well enough to even consider going to work on Friday, and decided that some rest would be a good idea. So I spent some extra time in bed, and slobbed around when I finally got up. That seemed to make me feel good enough (as intended) to go out to meet Angela during her lunchbreak. It was soon after I left home that the first rain fell. At that time it was very light, and ignorable, but it did get a little bit heavier while I was out. It was too wet to go and sit in the park. The obvious alternative was to go for a quick drink. Unfortunately it seems that The Ravensbourne Arms has closed down (http://ravensbournearms.com/), and we had to go to The Jolly Farmers. It is not a very nice pub, but it served our purpose well enough for one drink. After one drink we left the pub. Angela went back to work, and I went back home. A few hours later I decided I would go out again to meet Angela when she came out of work. The only problem was that I didn't actually check what time she would be leaving. On days when we meet after work she can usually make it to the pub in Catford by 4.30pm, or not too long afterwards. So I guessed that if I was outside here work by 4.15pm I would be there in time to meet up, and we could decide if we were going to the pub, or going straight back to my place, as we walked along. It wasn't until I was outside her place of work, having walked there in the pouring rain, that I decided it might be prudent to check what time she would be leaving. The response was that she was busy, and might be at work for another half hour. It seemed prudent not to wait in the pouring rain, but to go back home, and wait for her to go there as we latterly arranged. I had a couple of very pleasant hours of Angela's company, and it was a pleasure to feed her, but it seemed wise for her not to stay too late. While she was here I felt more or less OK - at least in terms of not coughing much, and not having to blow my nose more than now and then, but I did seem to be getting a sore throat. It was barely noticeable at first, but an hour or so after Angela went home, and as my bed time approached, the soreness got very bad. I wondered how I would ever sleep, but I did, and when I woke up again, three or four hours later, the sore throat had gone. I wished I could have had more, and better sleep Friday night/Saturday morning, but what I did get seemed as if it was probably enough - particularly so for a Saturday when I was at liberty to snooze at almost any time I fancied - although I barely had, or wanted to. Apart from my nose, which was a stuffy as can possibly be without actually dripping, I felt moderately OK for a lot of yesterday. For some reason I can't seem to remember what I did to pass so much time yesterday. I think I must have spent an awful lot of my time doing stuff on my PC. I was doing stuff pertaining to videos. I converted one video file to a standard video DVD, and I also experimented with video files on a memory stick that I could plug into my DVD player. In the past I have found that facility on my DVD player to be very touchy about the files it will play, but I found it would play the one video I wanted it to play, plus a few others. After quite some time of evidently doing lots and achieving little, it was time to go out to see Lord Algae playing in The Black Cat. I was looking forward to it because they sounded like they could be quite good - and they were. The only sad thing is that Angela wanted to go to where her daughter was playing, and couldn't come with me to The Black Cat. The thing about live bands is that they often sound far better when watching them live with a pint of beer in the hand. Watching a recording in the cold light of day will often reveal things that were not apparent when watching it as it was recorded. I have two recording to share here. Ignoring my wonky camera work on both, one sounds better than the other, and yet on the night they were really enjoyable ! The first video is a cover of that great Faces song "Stay With Me" The second video is a cover of Pink Floyd's "Time". It seemed great at the time, but now.... I think it must have been midnight
when I got home from the pub after a most enjoyable
evening. About the only thing that had bothered me all
evening was my cough. Initially it wasn't too bad, but
I had to keep drinking Guinness all the time to keep
my throat wet. As the evening wore on my cough got
worse, and then walking home though the cold and damp
night air just made it worse.
I didn't rush to bed when I got in. I decided that some hot food might be beneficial, and I think it was. I didn't seem to have any trouble getting to sleep at 1am this morning, nor did I seem to have trouble getting back to sleep after a short time awake at around 4am this morning - and that was despite my nose being stuff with all sorts of unpleasantness, and having to cough up quite a lot of crap form somewhere down my wind pipe. Ideally I would have slept a lot longer than I did this morning. Had it been possible I would have been most happy not to have woken up until midday, but I found it difficult to sleep after about 6am, and I probably started getting up around 7am. Once I had coughed/blown out all sorts of internal body tubes I felt moderately OK, and by 10am (or was it 11am) I was washed, dressed and ready to go to Tesco to buy food I can eat hot instead salad. It was a little while before I was about to go out that I realised there was some excitement going on outside my house. Earlier on I had noticed some unusual traffic cones had been put up. It turned out that the BBC were filming what may be no more than a 10 second sequence of some drama being broadcast next July (or thereabouts). From my point of the there were two stars there I wanted to see. One was the camera being used, and I had a nice chat with the director of photography about the camera (pictures later). The other star was a heritage bus - a London Transport RT type bus (the type that came before the icon RM "Routemaster" bus). Since then I have done some photo editing. Eaten some fruit that I bought in Tesco (for extra vitamin C and stuff), and done hardly anything else. I have a whole pile of pictures I took last night that I need to select and edit, but I think the videos show everything that needs to be shown for now. I guess I can go into extreme sloth/slob mood now, and do bugger all for the rest of the day....maybe. Unless I feel stunningly bad, which is possible, I will be gritting my teeth, and going into work tomorrow. I had better be in bed, and ideally fast asleep, really early tonight ! |