Friday Evening

Good evening peeps,

Have they changed the ingredients in Half-spoon? This bag of half spoon tastes consistently revolting, I had got used to half spoon and didn't notice the taste before.

It has been a busy day. I didn't sleep well last night despite efforts with deep heat cream and hot water bottles and the massage machine.
Really I need physio or chiropractic help to put the shoulder back in, but I am not sure it is aches and pains keeping me awake, I have no idea what it is.
My head and neck have stayed safe with just a light pillow and that isn't the problem.

Anyway, I woke early and got up. A thick white frost was covering my washing on the line and everything else in sight outside.
The washing had been nearly dry or a bit damp last night but I left it out rather than have damp washing in my room.

The internet was down and I had no milk.

I got the early rural bus into town, wandered into the opticians and asked them if they could adjust my glasses, which they cheerfully did.
Then I went into church, lit a few candles, said a few prayers, and as I was coming out, the manager of the chattery shop was wandering slowly past, so I asked him how he was doing for volunteers, with the end result that I spent most of the day at the chattery shop.

We started with sorting and pricing and putting stock out, and I tidied the stock rooms.

Then I had some potato wedges for lunch, the only food I ate all day until I got home as I forgot breakfast, and I sat on the step and read a book and drank coffee.

After lunch I spent the afternoon peacefully minding the shop on my own, a few people in and out and not much sales, as it is January, but at least the shop was clean, tidy and in order. Am I becoming one of them obsessive-compulsive cleaners off the telly? :) I just read my book and had a CD playing quietly, and drank my coffee, but nonetheless, I did an honest day's work for no pay.

I came home, with the stand for my keyboard, which I couldn't carry last time, and some computer bits I was given, and some nail polishes that the boss said he can't sell in the shop. I never buy nail polish as it is an extra expense and not very important, but I like the occasional nail polish. When I was on the street, my friend used to do my nails, if she could get me to sit still and tolerate it.

I got home, still in work mode, and started sorting out the bags of rubbish and junk that I had removed from the vacated room and put in the garage. The recycling bin is now full.

Anyway, after all that work, I got my washing in, did some pasta, and sat down briefly to rest and watch the Simpsons, before going out riding on the buses. I was out for a few hours, just watching miles of darkness pass by as I listened to the radio on earphones.

I walked up from the main road as the cold wind bit and wet snow was falling, but as I got close to home, there was a great song on the radio and I didn't want to get home.

I hope I will be tired enough to sleep tonight and wake early as I have a busy day tomorrow.