As always, I found myself feeling down because spooky season is over. Then I checked myself, it's always spooky season in my heart. All the Christmas crap can't dull my orange glow, and don't get me wrong Christmas is good, I like it, especially as we go to my Sister Sue's and spend the day, a far cry from the days we were on our own, or when the Mum's were alive and having to tear arse between the two. That destroyed any shred of joy in Christmas alongside working in retail which will drain any good will to all men ( women and all the other pronouns you can point at me and try to get me to get me to get my head round!) And that said is my problem, because I'm old and easily confused.
So that said I moved on to planning the decor for next year in the garden, as much the same way they do in Halloween town in The Nightmare before Christmas! I think I'm the mayor, rallying Jack and the other residents to the clarion call of it's only 360 days to the next one ( this is at the time of writing this blog)
Back to work went OK apart from an uncomfortable seat on a till on Saturday which made my back kill by the time I finished. Then Sunday, having to keep my knee pressed to the telemate to make it work, which left me with a bruise the size of a tennis ball on my knee cap. Thank God for ibuprofen gel and resting up today. Sunday Liz gave us a lift home from work and we were home for 5pm, which is unheard of, so thanks to Liz and Carl for that!
Kev went in work extra today, So I kept busy until Charlotte came round, I scrubbed the sink with bicarb, and citric acid, in the kitchen, scrubbed the loo with the same combo, and the shower head and sink in the bathroom. Logged the light in the kitchen with alertacall, as its not working, and we can't really do a repair on it as safely.Did my pages, deep conditioned my hair. So productive day, all in all.
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