May 30th, 2008


Nearly there.....

For a shortened week it's taking a bloody age!
Still nearly there.

I got drenched on the way home last night, I was muggy , wet, and shattered on arriving home, with my achillies tendons and shin splints taking turns to shoot twinges of pain up my legs. I simply made a mug of tea , which I set on the counter, poped a potato to bake in the oven and made the mistake of crawling into know...just for a little lay down.

That was at 7:00pm.

I awoke at gone the faint smell of singed potato skin....

I crawled downstairs and turned the oven off, reheated my mug of tea in the microwave and curled up in front of the sofa and watched Heros, I was too tired to enjoy it, too tired to read my Autobiograpy of Edmund Hillary...I juast sat there drinking my horrid mug of tea staring vacantly at the TV.

I let the remnants of my baked potato cool down to a sub-nuclear meltdown temperatures, cut what was left open and shoved the remainder of a tub of cottage cheese and pineapple into it...and watched the BBC3 episode of Heros... Dinner was not great.

Then I hobbled up stairs took a couple of codene and paracetamol for the pain in my legs and crawled back into bed and unconciousness.

I really didn't want to get up when the alarm went off at six am this morning.....

Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed

You know what they say, the oldies are the best.... and this one pretty much encapsulates how I feel at present .....

I do indeed want to go home, as I'm exceedingly tired and very much want to go to bed

However conversley I don't really want to go home to an empty house tonight.
And I'm toying with the idea of finding a pub for a beer or two and maybe a chinese to take the edge off of wht has been a really crap week.

After which I may just sing the full lyrics all the way home .....