I shook off the dust and got out of my slumber.
Suddenly I was young again.
Shelves. Put up 5 of the buggers around the house; made the walls good (enough).
Secured a wobbly handrail badly installed by shoddy builders.
I secured the bracket for Ben's punchbag which had come loose from the wall.
Cut the grass in the back garden for the first time in 2024.
Cut the grass in the front garden. Got a foul smell on my fingers. Had to use Swarfega, surgical spirit, fairy liquid and a scrubbing brush to get rid of it. Maybe a fox's scent?
Helped a mate move his furniture around.
Ebaying and Facebook-Marketing old stuff.
Got odd-jobs coming up.
Going to paint my desk wall Radicchio much to my Mother's consternation.
All this activity galvanised me and I felt energised! I worked all day Friday and Saturday. Couldn't stop.
Today I hardly did anything.
That was after walking Tomos of course. I see a nice lady with a tiny dachshund called Snoopy. The way he yips and does a little shimmy when he's bossing her reminds me of Chip. And I've seen 2 Sealyhams in Wells too - obviously I stop and speak to the owners who are surprised I recognise the breed, and I show them photos of little Stanley.
God I miss the dogs.
What I'm watching
I watched programmes on the history of Welsh rugby in the 80s - not a great time, especially after the golden decade that preceded it. Then I watched a Netflix programme on Andy Warhol's diaries. Rather a tragic figure, old Andy.
It was a bit too gay porn, even for me.
Prior to that I'd gorged myself on Giselda on Netflix, which was based on the story of a cocaine crime lord (or rather, lady) of Miami in the late 70s /early 80s. She was so ruthless she eventually controlled the scene in the whole city.
The incredible Sofia Vergara plays the title role. We all know her as a comedy actress, but she is astounding as the ruthless Griselda.
It's a brutal series but very very good. I wouldn't be surprised if she gets an award for it.
There's nowhere left to go
I don't get out of Wells very much.
I would go to Glastonbury, but it's rubbish.
I would go to Ikea, but I will go mad and kill people.
I will drive Dad to the hospital in Taunton as no one else can. Other than that, Taunton can just disappear of the face of this flat earth for all I care.
What a crap town.
And I can't face a busy city (obvs not Taunton) with all those lights, noise and movement; somewhere dark and quiet is preferable.
I shall end up living in the woods in a hole.
So anyway, I got my Ikea stuff delivered here. So much easier.
New games stuff delivered too. Waiting impatiently for Kickstarter stuff to arrive. One book is 5 months late already.
Shouting out occasionally. In the house, in the street and while walking Tomos.
'NO!' Telling a memory to stop.
'MY BOTTOM SMELLS!' Is there a bottom that doesn't smell, occasionally?
'BUTTS!' More obsession with arses.
'MY WINKLE IS SUPER!' I'm trying to pep myself up here.
Give me a break.