The Garage, the cat and being poorly

Today has proved to be very different to yesterday. The weather man said yesterday that we could expect rain where we were at two o’clock, and at five minutes to two it started to rain. And it has also been about 20˚ C colder today than yesterday.

I have been rearranging the garage and so it looks remarkably tidy at present but you still can’t get a car in it, something that is fairly typical for Britain. It is strange just how common it is to have a garage and the last thing that anyone puts in it is a car on the grounds that it is an entire waste of space, even when you have loads of space both outside and inside the garage; unless  you have seriously posh car that you get all paranoid about, worrying it might get wet. The big garage clean up is in preparation for the possible arrival at some point of a load of stuff.

Thinking outside the Blog's 

Now yesterday was ticking along OK right up to evening when I started to feel a bit on the cold side, colder that I should have considering it had been such a lovely day. Then I started to get colder so I spend half of last night physically shivering in bed, so cold it was impossible to sleep properly; then about four in the morning I warmed up and got so hot that it was very difficult to get to sleep and I ended up with a headache. So today has been a long day because I have been very tired, I have just had a siesta for a bit to get my wits together. Interestingly I have not been the only one not feeling well, as Sooty the Cat has slept most of the day and hardly eaten and looks like he may have been beaten up by geese or Zombies although Zombies would have eaten his brain and he would now be wandering about like a Zombie which just at present he is. . . . . . .AH.

Last night in my state of frozen delirium I did manage to finish a new members badge for my rather elitist blogging group RATs, the Radical Abstract Thinkers, there is nothing quite like a new posh hand drawn members badge to rekindle interest or justify the huge membership fee.

OK I am off now as I am still not 100 percent and need to be on full alert in case I am attacked by a zombie cat.

Man Flu . . . . . . . DAMN

Damn it the bug (Man Flu) has got hold of my mind so I am abandoning my daily diary entry for today something I do not do lightly, I say that because I had started it in stone and using a nice sharp chisel and a proper stonemasons hammer. I thought it might improve my typing as I get time to think between letters although the spell checker does not appear to work and errors are a problem..

But the brain is flagging now as the evening draws on so I am going to go to bed and play Zombie, OK I am going to lie on the bed and go AAAaauuuuuuuuuggggghhhhHHHH a bit. Before I go I should say that on the subject of Zombies Sooty the Cat arrived back earlier covered in mud from head to tail AGAIN and rather scared so he looked like a zombie cat that had seen a zombie. If he keeps using lives up this fast he might end up as a Zombie

Good night all

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Fire, Fever, Futility, Frailty and Olympics

I am back, a little frail but back. Not sure what happened yesterday, there I was ticking along moving a huge pile of rock then burning a lot of stuff cleared from the garden minding my own business when ZAP-POW I ran out of steam big time. So I had a sit down and the next thing I know, I have a raging headache and was shivering.

The dog for a long time has been convinced I am an android and said my batteries had finally packed in. His attempt at plugging me into the mains was not a success, nor was stabbing me with a sharp stick to prove I was an android. I think the blood might have finally proved I am not an Android, well I hope it has, that is the second time he has done that although he is muttering something about third time lucky.

I staggered off to bed to recover and because I was so cold I stuck on several jumpers, but when I woke up a couple of hours later I was roasting and was used as a barbeque to cook everyone’s evening meat. Well everyone except me; I was not at my best. 

Anyway I am now back and although a bit frail I am at least fit enough to think about writing my diary. It appears to have been a really lovely day today although I did miss a chunk of it sleeping. The dog has told the neighbours that I am a young alcoholic and have been on the booze again and am best avoided….. . . . . .NOT FAIR. So when I went out and said hello they screamed and ran off locking themselves in their house and were peering at me through the letter box.

So all in all I have done nothing since moving rocks and burning garden rubbish…

Olympics Day three :- Yesterday we were told that Britain winning a silver and a bronze was the start of a huge change of fortune and now the plucky brits have got over the mental scares of that cyclist letting us all down in the road race. Fancy not winning that is terrible, we were all told he was going to win…

I have not had a chance to do a proper check yet to see it we are now heading the medal table but surely we must be…. .. . . . . . . . . . .AH...