The 9th of January.
Another dodgy night with the rumbly chest. I don’t get to sleep until maybe two? Then I woke up this morning at quarter past nine, gave myself five more minutes and wrote up again at ten when Mommy came in.
I did a blog post and re-painted five nails (I think I’ve fixed them all now so no more should peel off), and Mommy and Daddy went to get Grandma because she was coming here for lunch/the afternoon as it’s her birthday. I gave her a handbag for her to take stuff down to the lounge at Boldmere Court, and when she opened it she burst into tears! I hadn’t spent squillions of pounds on it or anything but she felt she didn’t deserve it. I don’t know why she feels that way, it’s not the case at all.
We had beef wellington for lunch which I had to deconstruct because mushrooms are upsetting, and I actually had trouble finding it. I don’t know if it’s because we had a starter beforehand, or if it was to do with my breathing which was troublesome, but either way, I had to stop.
After a break and some birthday cake, the football came on so I went to play The Sims some more. Bloody game is too addictive, but I tore myself away to come and do my writing and say goodbye to Grandma before she was taken home in the torrential rain. It is biblical out there.
The 10th of January.
A better night. Perhaps the lack of sleep for the previous couple helped. I set an alarm for ten past nine and I couldn’t set it to snooze because my phone had fallen off the bed, so I had to get up. I’d just got my water and juice and was having an enormous coughing fit when Mommy and Daddy got back from taking Grandma to church. Toast, coffee, and I finally got round to reading yesterday’s paper. Very good at sudoku, poor at crossword.
After lunch, I had an afternoon of great fun installing old Sims 3 expansion packs just to have it then crash on me. Not satisfactory.
I’m supposed to be crocheting a giraffe for a teeny baby but I don’t want to do it while I’m full of germs in case I pass them onto her. Hopefully next month. A lot of things have to wait until next month.