Monday June 18, 2007 (2)
I had it all planned out today, starting with shave and shower, followed by an excursion to post office and supermarket, and then a day doing laundry.
One thing we don’t seem to have here is a decent post office, with parking. Preferably free parking or, at least, free with a disabled driver’s badge.
So, when I noticed a rural sub-post office in Wembdon the other day it looked as though our search was over. I got there this morning to find that I was mistaken. No parking. Double yellow lines on a bend in the road, so not even the disabled driver’s badge was any help. Hey ho.
Off to the Bridgwater town centre then, where it costs me, badge or not, 80p for parking. To cap it off it turned out that I’d underestimated the postage on my eBay packet and was 30p out of pocket on that, too. Ugh!
The supermarket went well. Some nice roast ham carved from the bone. We plan to have that with boiled potatoes and beans for our dinner tonight.
Then, home, and the laundry. That’s where the day really went wonky. My zippedy-doodah seems to have declared today a holiday and schlepping laundry around the house and garden was suddenly beyond me. Botheration.
Not an entire loss because Graham, bless him, pitched in, and has kept the machine ticking over all day. We’ll be up to date tomorrow.
I did however discover what the problem was with me today. I forgot to take my pills yesterday, and I forgot to take ‘em again this morning. Not a sensible thing to do. Not fatal, but not sensible. No wonder my zippedy-doodah declared a holiday. Not a lot of room for zippedy-doodah in a chubby elderly gentlemen when his system is sloshing about in several gallons of excess fluid.
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