Morning …..
I only know this today because Jesse told me it was on waking lol, other than that I’m thinking I would be caught up in a belief it was still Sunday night, perhaps forever who knows ?, ….sleep happened much like my favourite Nordic drama,s, in episodes, None of which lasted longer than twenty minutes, And the nightmares where far darker than any script writer could muster, I lay awake watching episodes of poor dramas throughout the night, trying to find us something new and exciting to set our imagination,s wild there upon binge on….we finished one whole series yesterday(sunday) afternoon, (what can I say?. it was cold wet and dreary, perfect day for six hours of beautiful Swedish countryside, Moody dark sky’s and catching murderers, ….
The refluxfluxfluxflux…….
I’ve have terrible stomach issues most of my adult life, it’s why Invented the game Poolette, see without being crude, with my stomach you never quite know when a cramp is just that, or something a whole lot more special, like a sudden urge to dash to the bathroom, hence the poolette,( like Russian roulette only more nerve wracking) butt(scuse the pun intended) since Covid, this has only intensified, now going into the garden is a hit and miss affair …it’s easier to stay home and have stuff delivered ,safer for all concerned too, for the past week though it’s been fun getting to know my bathroom better, I discovered there’s only seven laminate boards across, Barca patch of mould shaped like Italy in the corner ,….. add some pretty awful acid reflux and life’s a bowl of soup……(Yes I know that’s cherries, but I’ve lived on nothing other that soup for a whole week now, chicken soup, vegetable soup, beef broth, tomato, leek and potato , yes there’s variety but I’m just longing for a blooming large ham sandwich or hot buttered toast 😀 ……
Curtain,s for me…..
On one of these many trips to the small room , I looked about me and decided it was time I did something about the privacy issue here, there is of course the obligatory frosted window, but there’s a number of houses behind me that over look my bungalow….some nights I feel like I could be the local entertainment, lights shining behind me, centre stage Cue the stripper music, and action, swings knickers about head, causing a small tornado, not fancying the performing game at this stage of my life, I decided it’s time I took the bulls horns (or however that goes) …the batten of wood thank goodness is already firmly screwed to the wall for which I’m most grateful, all I will need to do is put hooks into this and cut the correct length curtain wire, (what can go wrong) … it started so well too, (i found the correct screw driver go me) ……it’s also 3am, doesn’t everyone do their DIY jobs in the early hours? Nooooooo! 🤔,
Action…..
So there I am full view of the window, light from behind me still in the hallway, climbing up perilously, to do the hard part getting the screws to go into the wood, forgetting of course I had just hours previously made ready for my bed, so now in my shirt and undies, I’m merrily screwing away, I sing to myself for moral support,( vital part of DIY, all the trades men do it) and my unbeknownst act began…… to my delight and surprise I had achieved my goal quickly and efficiently …. ThenI hit on an ingenious idea, lights go off in my head, (shining through gaps my ear holes), I can use a Bamboo cane to thred through my curtain onto and lay this on the screws (oh Treez,what a master plan) this then won’t sag in the centre, plus also look much more aesthetically pleasing(hate things going saggy in the middle don’t you?)….so with no more ado, I go out into the garden hunting down Bamboo, which by the way, we all know is native to England right?, …. by now its 3:30am, wet, cold, I have no shoes on, more to the point actually ,I’m still only in my knickers and shirt, but no one’s around at that time surely😁, I do however find a cane, that just that very morning, I had taken out of my dying back bean plants, …yes!!!! I call out triumphant to no one in particular , maybe a watching star or two in the cloudless sky, but as I ease myself back into a standing position, I note to my absolute horror a neighbour stood at their bedroom window, being me I smile and brandish the cane in his direction as if by doing so it will explain my somewhat strange and irrational behaviour, not stopping to think this could and probably did look threatening😮, ………why was I doing all this in the first place?(oh yes to protect my modesty ahemmmm, to late Mrs Worthington)……..
The final act…….
I took in my cane,which as it turns out was in fact way too long for purpose, and plus wouldn’t stay on the blooming screws, so after more searching, i manage to find a piece of curtain wire, it needs trimming to size , easy done I thinks to myself, taking hold of my trusty wire cutters. I begin the process, . But wire not cooperating quite as i think it should, I get antsy tug at it with the cutters, being stretchy it breaks for freedom and smacks me quite soundly round the face, to this I nearly fell from my rickety foot stool just saving myself in time by grabbing the window latch ….when all this was done I look up at the only curtain I had to hand that was fitting for the job, hated it immediately, bright red does not go with Lavender walls, but by now I’ve had enough , put away my screw drivers, foot stool, say goodnight to a very bemused Cinnamon Rabbit and climb into bed to leave it for the next day……..there it began all again……
My American Man In Purple Lace Corsets 