Late nights with Mrs Robinson Crusoe on Bungalow island …..

It’s approximately 4:46 am, and I venture to say it’s Sunday and here lay again wide awake , while the rest of world sleeps soundly, I’m writing this , . Debating with myself wether I want to go to the effort of making a coffee, so far it’s an even debate, 50/50 for and against, And while I whittle away at the hours of darkness , Britbox playing merrily away to itself on my tablet, sitting proudly on its platform I went to great lengths to make , it’s a very specialized affair you know?, ..ok it’s An unpainted canvas perched across an open bedside cabinet drawer ,it kind of works and off course can disappear during the day , my rooms compact and every thing in it must have at least two purposes , even the full length mirror works as a card holder, it’s at the moment home for the two cards my daughter made and the one Jesse sent me for Valentine’s day, ( I can’t bring myself to put them away yet , much like the semi deflated balloon that may be just a bit wrinkled, going down rather rapidly but it still sits up in one corner of my ceiling, almost like a guard, it stands in those brief moments I may actually drift off in a nightmare fever filled haze of restless sleep, …

I normally come up with some unoriginal title or another for these wee missives of mine by now, but this one could well and up title_ less ( is that even a word)?, Here we go again another question that will go round and round till dawn, ( I may well break down and Google this) (( Hey Google has began ignoring me you know, worn her out) ,Anyway I’ve something i,m very excited about, if you’ve managed to make it through other messages of great doctrine importance, I’ve written, (or blogs to the rest of us mere mortals,) you will know how I’ve mentioned in more than a few lines on the odd occasion( ok whole paragraphs) about me and my little Amazon habit and how I’ve longed to go cold Turkey, (break myself of this) ( mmmm Turkey) ( food being yet another weakness)….I’ve tried in the past weeks and failed miserably, (shopping in general being another thing of mine) well folks i,m officially over well over that first week ) its 7 days , 5 hours and 33 minutes since my last purchase ..( More by the time I publish)

And not only can I proudly boast this, but I’ve not bought any food shopping either, everything i,m eating was already here in my stocked cupboard, I’ve eaten some very peculiar concoction,s, but to this end I’m kept fed( who knew, raw spinach, Pastrami, and yogurt dressing was a thing, tastes really good in a wrap folks honest give it a try) or there’s ready brek, ( kind of instant micro porridge ) with which I add sultana,s and a blob of raspberry jam, (this is delicious and not only that its so filling) ( I find I don’t need to eat for hours after), I have apples , ( although getting a whole one never happens, my house bun companion insists on his share , he loves pink lady apples best, although a Granny Smith isn’t to be sniffed at and most acceptable, ( I’m thinking maybe trying a red delicious variety, next in the vain hope I may yet eat the whole apple) it’s got to the point I think they grow in halves, . Wouldn’t mind myself and Jesse made sure Cinnamon has a well stocked larder, there’s every kind of dried herb, fruit, grass a bunny could dream of, but still I’m haunted for my meager rations, I’ve tried creeping on tip toe , but the second I go near the fridge or fruit bowl ,his up on his cute hind legs, head slightly tilted and like all animals without a word spoken, I hear ” oh your having food, what a marvelous idea I’m in need of a slight repast ” ” his a very well spoken rabbit you know” LOL

I feel quite like a modern day Robinson Crusoe here alone on my little bungalow island, not seeing or hearing a soul, unless I go into my back garden to hang out the wash to dry(or rain chicken as I like to call it, a novel little game for these climates( here in England we have six weather conditions an hour ) ,anyway the games where you leave out your newly sweet scented laundered clothes for as long as possible before the heavens open, not for the faint hearted) this is made extra fun as I now have to use the conservatory door, instead of my bedroom door, ( further located and allows for the rain to win ( no fair advantage ) ( but yesterday I won, I got three lines dry, ( crowd roars and cheers, id do a lap of honor but that may involved the paramedics after) As I begin to peg( pegs for our young folks amongst us being an ancient clothes attachment thingy for washing lines before dryers were born) out on my line,s of brightly coloured undies ( almost like XL bunting ) to blowing like sails in the breeze( I’m now praying they don’t shoot off the line make for freedom and end up on an unwitting passing horrified neighbours windowscreen as they drive by, ( swear my bloomers will block the whole screen and most of the car). anyway its one of the few times I hear real human people,s voices , that do not exist in tv land, ( not now seeing my little Amazon driver , or Iceland, Asda, Morrison’s drivers,( food delivery) (also my only concession to socializing) I’ve never seen our postperson ( post magically appearing around noon)( shoved rapidly through my post box) so oft there’s weeks I see no one.

Jesse has bought me some beans and tomato seed,s today that I may begin planting up my island( mean bungalow garden) the garden like my house is tiny , I’m not sure I can become self sufficient lol, but hey I can at least achieve the odd green bean to grace my plate, or cherry tomato for spinach salad, thinking of buying some fruit bushes, ok maybe the odd strawberry plant, ( you can get white strawberries now) I’m having to wait for those till I have my Shop thing in hand, one thing I have actually had fun doing, is filling my Amazon basket with plants and emptying it again, ( I know, but it kind of gives me a fix, I’ve done this at least three times daily, there is a point to this though , I will end up with only plants I really need, She says lol, …..

It’s now 4:20 pm and after just two hours of very fractured sleep i,m not even slightly tired, ( could be the coffee) the cold wash I was treated too, or just the memory of another nightmare haunting my day, whichever I’m here not even a nap in sight, sun shining through my broken patio door and my mind giving me a thousand orders a minute, ( you know you could be breaking up those Amazon boxes, ( from previous Amazon fixes), Maybe get that freaky hoover out and run it about , don’t ask I swear that thing hates me, ( no it does) ….pull some weeds out of the garden, but no I lay here drinking gallon mugs of hot delicious coffee …..it seems infinitely more preferable, as I do i think on about my earlier venture to wash up, I took in my clean clothes , and as I went to put on clean undies , I kid thee not two moths flew out of my pants, 😮, I think this sums up my life right now folks, I will now spend the afternoon wondering what the hell were they doing in there, ? Don’t think I care to dwell …..anyway enough from me , take care of yourselves and be careful out there 💗xx