Nine Feet Underground

Diabolical start to the day: Got up and showered early, as planned, but whilst shaving started to feel dizzy and my eye balls started to roll and unable to stay still.  I went for a lie down, mainly because standing up wasn't an option. While lying down I didn't feel any better and my eyes were doing their own thing until something told me I was about to vomit.  Which I did repeatedly.  After that reappraisal of the remnants of last night's dinner, I lay back down and started to feel a little better.  I heard the first carer arrive and managed to drag my sorry ass downstairs and let her in.  My eyes had other ideas and as soon as I'd let her in, I had to sit down, but not for long because it was time to throw up a few more times. After the carer left I returned to bed and dozed for about two hours, having drunk some water. Things seemed to be settling down, though I was aware that I was meant to be returning to work and didn't want to have a day off sick for a d...

Unusually sons 1 and 2 are up before me, getting showered and bathed before they go. They are due to be picked up at 8:30 for their journey to the Lake District.   Sensibly they had already packed, which was just as well, given that one son, who shall remain numberless, only managed to be out of the shower a minute or two before 8:30.  Luckily for him their driver was running a bit late and had phoned ahead. At about twenty to nine their lift arrived and we said our goodbyes before they headed off to pick up another friend - there are 8 of them going in total - two cars of 4 people. It's going to be a quiet few days without them. I spent the day in the usual mix of chores and stuff, managing to find time to read 'The Observer', some of 'Ulysses' and, for the first time in a few weeks, another chapter from ' Hawkwind: Days of the Underground: Radical Escapism in the Age Of Paranoia' - once I've got to the end of reading the title, I'm too tired to rea...