It is not actually raining yet. But I am confident that it will. This knowledge and inevitability does not stop me from wearing flip flops and putting on a skirt over spotty pyjamas and slip out of my warm house.
Not only is it going to rain but it is freezing as well. July in West Yorkshire, Welcome to my world.
So this morning we have me and my digi camera I bought for a fiver from a junk shop. I have finally excepted that the expensive one that I paid two hundred odd quid for is defunct technology after ten years. I did not think anything of paying that for a camera then as I had plenty money and never gave it another thought.....now I am mad as hell!!!
So here is one camera that works and gets on just fine with my pink laptop...a Samsung digimax 3100. worth a fiver I think. though these days that is still four pounds and a penny over budget... pictures are not too bad either. I expect by the end of the day I will have gone back to my mobile phone camera...but hey.
I have a head ache. This I am told is a side effect of the bogging awful pills the medical profession provide you to combat cancer. So I took some paracetamol and set out with my pyjamas hanging under my skirt. The sharp cold made me feel a lot better in my head but on the other end turned my flip flopped feet blue. so some you win some you loose without dignity.
I am also told by the medical professionals that I will experience my menopause. This I can confirm. And yes it is as awful as all the advice given by alternative medicals herbie tree huggers buddist soul searchers and religious freaks all rolled into one vicious pill. pox upon bodily functions this morning. pox upon the world. it is all crap.
At the last count I have twenty five teenage spots on my face. this I am told is yet another symptom......so tell me this. why do spots only appear on my fifty six year old face and no where that does not matter? ...So More tea.
Tea? yes tea. anything other than tea and paracetamol accelerates all symptoms, Believe me I have tried. It is very true.
So beautiful morning, the peace before and after the rain.
Friday I have off. This evening I have said I will work. After all it is Friday night and it does not matter to me anymore. I will hardly be going for a night on the tiles.
There you go! it is 8.30 and it is raining again. Plans? yes......try going to The Barbara Hepworth Museum in Wakefield......avoid getting Monza very wet and get something lovely for lunch to eat somewhere dry and warm.
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