Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The TS has turned into WS.
I don't yet appear to be cured of Tuesday Syndrome.
I am so tired - finding it hard to stay awake over the computer, as I write.
I feel a bit guilty, for it is not me who has been involved in hard physical labour today.
Bill's knees are hurting tonight after getting the flooring down in the bathroom and loo.
The bathroom really looks good.
I am proud of Bill for the hard work and proud of the two of us for having created..... now what was that slogan I saw outside a bathroom showroom last week? Ah yes! We have created a "sanctuary".
My day has been one for words.
I have written words - as I described things for EBay.
I have written other words as I played boggle with Roger at lunchtime. I think honours were even. We changed our playing names each game to reflect the good words we might have missed in the previous game - and strangely we picked on the same missed word quite often.
Since we have got into the habit of passing on news or making comments through our playing names, I have found others doing the same. We have been trend setters! And now we often greet others who play the game and have mini conversations with them too - for instance I might be "M119 Hello sleepy. Sunny here".
M119 is short for my normal name - Monkland119.
Sleepy is Sleepy in Saudi.
And there has also been the spoken word today - lots of that.
Frieda was round this morning. Hooray she has, at last, listened and taken her form from the optician to the doctor's. One day she will get to see an opthalmic specialist about her glaucoma.
This afternoon Mags MGoo (MGoo is a contraction of her initial and surname that I saw on her emails and adopted it as a nickname!) came round to pick up a redundant drawer unit of ours. We sat and chewed the fat about this and that and I hope by talking, a few problems that Mags is facing might seem easier now.
My problems today revolve on my broken digestion. There is a need for Immodium tonight.
I shall swallow down a couple and get to bed.
Goodnight.
I am so tired - finding it hard to stay awake over the computer, as I write.
I feel a bit guilty, for it is not me who has been involved in hard physical labour today.
Bill's knees are hurting tonight after getting the flooring down in the bathroom and loo.
The bathroom really looks good.
I am proud of Bill for the hard work and proud of the two of us for having created..... now what was that slogan I saw outside a bathroom showroom last week? Ah yes! We have created a "sanctuary".
My day has been one for words.
I have written words - as I described things for EBay.
I have written other words as I played boggle with Roger at lunchtime. I think honours were even. We changed our playing names each game to reflect the good words we might have missed in the previous game - and strangely we picked on the same missed word quite often.
Since we have got into the habit of passing on news or making comments through our playing names, I have found others doing the same. We have been trend setters! And now we often greet others who play the game and have mini conversations with them too - for instance I might be "M119 Hello sleepy. Sunny here".
M119 is short for my normal name - Monkland119.
Sleepy is Sleepy in Saudi.
And there has also been the spoken word today - lots of that.
Frieda was round this morning. Hooray she has, at last, listened and taken her form from the optician to the doctor's. One day she will get to see an opthalmic specialist about her glaucoma.
This afternoon Mags MGoo (MGoo is a contraction of her initial and surname that I saw on her emails and adopted it as a nickname!) came round to pick up a redundant drawer unit of ours. We sat and chewed the fat about this and that and I hope by talking, a few problems that Mags is facing might seem easier now.
My problems today revolve on my broken digestion. There is a need for Immodium tonight.
I shall swallow down a couple and get to bed.
Goodnight.
