Well I did manage to get to sleep last night, and in the light of day I’m not so worried. I’ve done nothing illegal and the police are there to ‘make surrey safer’ so I’ve got nothing to worry about.
I did try and go to the station today but it seemed to be under renovation or something. Either way I couldn’t get in so I’ll just have to wait for them to return my call.
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Or to be more accurate I get an voice mail from the police, seeing as they called while I was attending a photographic workshop (very good by the way).
They wanted me to get back to them and to let them know of my availability next week. To quote exactly ‘nothing serious yet’.
….
Yet.
Worrying.
I’ve called back and left a voice mail message of my own, and emailed.
I’m sure we can all guess what this is probably about, but I’m trying not to jump to any conclusions. That’s hardly going to help matters any. My intention is to go down to the police station tomorrow morning and try and find out what the hell’s going on.
How well I’ll sleep tonight seems questionable.
Events related herein are a few weeks out of date, but there have been other more pressing matters to blog about.
I left work early to drive down to Plymouth to see my parents, friends and to have a guitar lesson. Good stuff.
On the M4 I was bombing along in the fast lane in my normal fashion. My mind was drifting to what CD I wanted to put on next when
Oh-my-god-there’s-something-in-the-road!!!
I tried to swerve to avoid it, but it was a bit of a half hearted effort. Partly because I was slow to see it, but mostly because I didn’t have time to check my mirror for anyone in the middle lane.
*CRUNCH*
I looked in my rear view mirror in time to see a section of exhaust pipe lazily coming to rest safely on the central reservation.
Maybe it’s ok?
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Well it seems that my attempts to look at recent events with careful rational has failed. Those that wish to remain nameless have obviously not had their opinions swayed. Fair enough, I wasn’t really expecting them to read them anyway, that not why they were written.
So with a backlash looking like it could rise out of all proportions, I’ve taken the offending posts down.
However the nameless one’s should not celebrate an easy victory, at the moment this is a temporary measure. Once emotions have cooled (mine included) I’ll re-read the posts and consider if they deserve re-publishing or not.
Normal service will resume shortly
Well it’s taking me quite a lot longer than anticipated to write the directors commentary to “Then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like…” as you can imagine it’s quite an emotional and touchy subject and I want to get it right for once. I’ve done a lot of poor explaining over the course of the saga so I feel the need to take some time. All these crazy thoughts flying round seem to have drained me quite a bit and some suspicious glandular type swelling seems to be looming.
Hopefully once I’ve joined the blogging masses and used this as a free therapy session it’ll all die down. At least it doesn’t seem to be as bad an ‘attack’ as previous bouts.
What happened to the anitbodies that’s what I want to know !!
Yesterday I did some exercise. Capoeira and breakdancing to be more to the point. This was the first attempt at serious amounts of activity since I became ill. It felt good!! Very invigorating. I’ll probably play badminton on wednesday (played last week too) and leave it at that for this week. My doctor (and everyone really) has advised me to ease back into strenuous workouts and I’m certainly intending to take that advice.
Feeling quite tired today but thats mainly because it took me ages to get to sleep last night (what with all the unexpected movment and whatnot).
I do however feel much much better, more like my old self. Perhaps even better than my old self, which is a pleasent supprise.
When more details of the previous few weeks emerge (working on some post which’ll hopefully be out in the next few days) you’ll understand why that’s such a pleasent supprise.
Life is good!!
Two months T-total.
Thats what I’m going to do, from yesterday.
This may not seem like much of a challenge, and if I weren’t socialising at all it would be easy. But the fact is that I’m very much a social drinker and it’s starting to concern me. So two months with no alcohol of any kind. There are at least two major house parties that’ll be happening in that time, these will really be the test. I hope I can do it, I don’t want to consider myself to be a social alcoholic (if there is such a thing).
After the two months is up, well perhaps I’ll have realised that there is no need for alcohol at all. Or perhaps I’ll just find it a lot easier to drink in moderation. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
On a different note I’ve been considering shaving my head. I need a haircut but they are so damn expensive. Also, although I’ve always said that I think a shaved head wouldn’t suit me, I can’t help but be curious to know if I’m right.
Photo’s will definately exist if I decide to go ahead with it (Dave’s ordered some clippers from ebay for himself so they’ll be easily accessible).
Irrational self: “They haven’t called back, I must have done something to upset them!”
Rational self:”STOP!! The world does not revolve around you!”
“What do you mean?” Demands irrational self
Rational self:”Well, just because they haven’t called doesn’t mean they don’t want to. They may just be busy. And if they don’t want to call you it’s probably not because of anything you’ve done.”
Irrational self:”What would it be then?”
Rational self:”Well they could be tired, caught up with something else, working, problems with friends or family that you’re not in a position to help with etc.”
Irrational self:”What you mean like a death in the family?”
Rational self:”That’s a bit extreme but possible.”
Irrational self:”Well then I should call…”
Rational self:”You’ve already called, and not that long ago. You left a message, and you know how getting obsessive is never a good idea.”
Irrational self:”Text, e-mail?”
Rational self:”No! Just leave it a few days and see what happens.”
Irrational self:”But… I worry.”
Rational self:”You’re just going to have to keep that to yourself for now, until you know what’s actually going on.”
Irrational self:”I could…..”
Rational self:”No.”
Irrational self:”But…”
Rational self:”No!”
Irrational self:”Maybe just…”
Rational self:”NO!”
Irrational self:”FINE BE LIKE THAT!” Irrational self goes to the corner to sulk and mutter.
After a few hours irrational self will be back. This will continue ad infinitum….
If only I had more control over my brain.
“I’ve got lots of fruit today” I said with a sense of pride as I got into Jasons car (lift sharing). Unfortuantely it turns out that my preoccupation with selecting ripe kiwis this morning dragged my attention from something a bit more important…. my sandwhiches.
So for food today, I have a banana, two apples, two oranges, 2 kiwi fruits and some cuppa-soup things. I’m guessing I’ll be hungry when I get home!!
At least I won’t have to make sandwiches for tomorrow.
At the weekend I encountered a spider of hideous size on the landing. This is real world by the way, not World of Warcraft.
FEAR!
It’s not that I’m phobic about spiders or anything, indeed up to a certain size they don’t really both me at all. However as they get bigger I get more and more apprehensive around them.
It could and probably would be argued that fearing spiders in Britain makes no sense, seeing as there are no dangerous one’s around. Even the biggest (that haven’t been imported) are pretty small in the global spider scheme of things. I don’t even have a good fearful childhood memory to justify my fear. Unlike with dogs; my dad got bitten by a dog when I was very small (roughly five if I had to guess).
Anyway, this spider. Huge. I’m talking the size of a grape. With legs that could possibly feel slightly cramped if it were at the bottom of a pint glass. (Well you think of a better way of describing it!)
I took the normal course of action, tried to sweep it up into a dustpan and throw it out the window (if you want to live and thrive and all that). Unfortunately it jumped out of the pan before I got near the window and scuttled behind a chest of draws in Mikes room (who is yet to move in).
I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and left it there, carefully closing the door behind me. It may die of starvation there. Or it may catch some moths.
I hope it catches some moths because they are really annoying. In fact I’m becoming convinced that it’s because of moths that I’ve got a large hold in the elbow of one of my favourite jumpers.
And before you leap to the defence of moths, I know that it’s not the actual moths, but the larvae they lay that eats cloths.
randomtask 