I feel a bit under the weather today. Nothing I can describe to you. Just that feeling of being what used to be called 'one degree under'. Probably, if I had some Alka Seltzer, I could take a couple and feel better. But I don't have any, so that is one remedy ruled out.
Last evening at about 5 oclock I made myself a cup of tea and sat beside the fire reading the newspaper. As I read the paper I found myself dozing off. I woke up when the paper fell on the floor. I began reading again and the same thing happened. I tried again. This time I was woken by Bonnie the cat jumping on me. This startled me,and I threw her off rather crossly. She is persistent though and jumped back on to my lap. I quickly forgave her, and this time we both drifted off to sleep.
The fire had gone out when I next woke up, and it was very cold in here. So cold in fact that I thought I may as well go to bed. If you are finding this as boring as I am, please feel free to give it up. I promise I will not be offended in the slightest.
It is one of my small pleasures in life, a hot water bottle. There is nothing quite as delightful on a freezing night as snuggling in bed with a hot water bottle. Well yes of course, there is one thing as delightful, but that was not going to happen last night, so I had to go with what I had.
Incidentally. when I say it was no good, I don't mean the book. The book is very good. Bill Bryson wrote it. It is titled 'Down Under', and it is about his travels in Australia. But I still dozed off while reading it. However, just to make things clear, it was not Bill Bryson's fault. He writes very well.
So anyway, I snuggled down and tried to sleep.
It was hopeless. Do you think I could sleep? No I could not. Despite the fact that I had been falling asleep all evening, when I was in the right place for sleep to occur it would not.
Sitting up in bed I turned to my book again and was soon asleep. Until I was woken by the cold. I snuggled down again. No, once again wide awake.
You are not still there are you? Why? This is so tedious that I was thinking of stopping. But if you are still reading it would be very ill mannered of me to stop.
Anyway eventually I must have slept, because I woke up again. Sweating. The weather had changed. It was blowing a gale outside, and pouring with rain. It was no longer cold. The temperature had risen so much that I discarded the hot water bottle, turned the pillow over to the cold side, and stuck my arm outside the duvet.
It didn't help. I still couldn't get back to sleep.
So I got up. Made myself a cup of tea and sat in my armchair, to finish reading the paper. Which is where I was at first light when I woke up.
But I don't want to bore you with the details. That is why I am not going to write a post today. Hopefully I might have something to talk about tomorrow.
I am off to bed now. I am tired.
Good night. God bless.