Do you know when you have had one of those colds that has become worse and worse? Mine has become awful since it descended onto my chest. I can’t stop coughing!
It’s worse at night, when I am desperate for sleep. I have tried smothering myself and my pillows with decongestants, and propping myself up with pillows to try to sleep. But last night because my coughing was keeping me awake for so long, I resorted to taking some drowsy cough medicine. I am not great with medicines, they seem to have ten times the intended effect on me. But I was so desperate for sleep.
It didn’t take long before I was fast asleep. Lovely 🙂
Until…early this morning…
…right outside my bedroom window…
…came this noise (it seemed as if it was on full blast…but I am sure I heard it much louder than the rest of our neighbours.
I woke up to Chic “Le Freak”, known to many as “Freak Out”. Well, despite normally liking this song, at seven o’clock in the morning, I felt pretty close to freaking out I will admit. Builders! In fact, I cannot tell you how close I was to freaking out at them. I wanted to open my window up wide (I had it open a couple of inches to let some fresh air into the room) and ask them if they were insane – playing music at that time of the morning? Grrrr!
I mentioned in the post yesterday that I had a very close shave when I was with Jack recently. Jack was spotted at a service station by none other that the younger brother of my brother-in-law! Which is frankly a bizarre, but hilarious coincidence.
When I think of my brother-in-law’s younger brother, I think of Goofy. He is the human version of Goofy.
Anyway…I likened him to a combination of Mr Bean, Basil Fawlty and Frank Spencer. You have to meet him, and go for days out to the beach with him, and dance with him at parties to understand how.
Caramel 