Last night I went to an open mic night for the first time in three weeks. The thing is, they, the ladies that is, have been missing me. Pining actually. I felt that it would be wrong to deprive them any longer. So, despite the fact that I am having difficulty staying erect, hey stop that! I mean upright. Oh dear! Just as bad. Anyway I fall over a lot at the moment. No, it has nothing to do with alcohol, it's because of this labrynthitis thing. Anyway, I went along and sang a few sexy love songs for them.
They all went home happy at the end of the evening, so obviously my charms are still working. The husbands were happy too, pleased that I had got their wives in the mood for love. They all thought they were on a promise. I like to think that I am doing my bit for mankind. Helping my species to survive. I am truly altruistic.
So it was a late night. It was also an early morning. I had to be up early so that I could go to the house and wake my extremely handsome Son George up for work. His Mum was away overnight and thought he wouldn't get up in time, so I was designated. He was up and about when I got there. Oh ye of little faith. He loves working in the woods. Of course he was up. I have no idea why I'm telling you this bit. Rambling again.
After chatting with him for a while, he managed to convince me that I am not going to have a heart attack. He thinks that I might have been standing too close to the loudspeakers at the open mic night. He thinks this, because I told him that is what I did. Self diagnosis really. It's just a theory I came up with, because I have been standing too close to the loudspeakers.
He now thinks that there is a piece of loose debris in my ear. Not half a brick or anything like that. Just bodily detritus which we all have apparently. Oddly enough, bizarrely even, he has referred me to a physiotherapist. She is going to jerk my head about in an effort to dislodge the debris. I'm not making this up! It is a tried and tested method which has good results.
Someone has to come with me to ensure I get home safely. It seems that all the head shaking can leave you feeling a bit disorientated. Ha! Never did me any harm in my punk rocker days. I always managed to get home then. Oh really, what am I saying?
He also gave me some more tablets. They're a bit stronger than the last ones. I see the physio next week. Should be interesting.
Despite my spinning head, I managed to mow the paddock when I got home. Yes I know it was silly, but it needed doing badly. No, not badly. It needed doing goodly. Oh blast it, lets just say it needed doing. It looks much nicer with the grass cut.
I took one of the new stronger tablets at 3 o'clock. I woke up in my armchair at 7 o'clock. Four hours zonked out, and very dizzy. I won't be taking anymore of those!
That's the story of my last twenty four hours. I couldn't get my head cleared enough to think what else to write about, and I hate letting you down.
Especially the ladies.
N.B. I have a few more followers. I want to thank you. It means a lot. You are all important to me. All you dear readers. Don't you forget it. Cheers.