The 29th & 30th; I feel ever so highbrow.
The 29th of January. My head is a big jumble of thoughts this evening. I think it best to start at the beginning.
I woke up from a really complicated dream, I can't remember the narrative but I was really annoyed that I am now disabled in my dreams, that is not fair. I wrote up a blog post, and Mommy went to Boots to look for some eye drops that were similar to the ones we hope to get prescribed and actually found them. She bought some, because I need something until I see a doctor, but having them prescribed would be better because they are not cheap.
My wool for My Crochet Doll arrived, but I haven't had time to do anything with it because Daddy and I went out at two to go to CineWorld to see Spotlight. It's so good, really, everyone is so impressive. Mark Ruffalo is excellent, especially his physicality. I couldn't help thinking how much Nish would like it, it's definitely his kind of film. After seeing The Big Short last Friday and this today, I feel ever so highbrow. Both such important stories. I'd say The Big Short is more entertaining, but Spotlight never made me mad at myself. I came out of the film, a film about paedophile priests, to see a news story about how Doug Richard from Dragons' Den has been found not guilty of child sex offences, despite admitting having sex with a 13 year old. I don't know how, it doesn't make sense to me. I'm kind of aghast.
However, in nice news, the #match4lara campaign has added 12,000 new donors to Anthony Nolan, half of which are BAME, which is fantastic. So some people are good.
The 30th of January.
Ugh you know when you do something stupid and it just makes you hate yourself? I just spilt two thirds of a large glass of water all over the living room table and I'm so annoyed at myself, I can't write properly, I'm trembling.
My eyes have been better again today - I woke up with less pain than previous days. I read the paper, did the puzzles, and texted Becky to arrange a time for me to go round and see the progress they'd made on the house.
We agreed on after lunch, so I finished off the head of the crochet doll, ate some food, and we watched all the stressful tennis. Mommy got quite emotional at Kerber's win, less so at Jamie Murray's. In the speeches, she just wanted Soares to shut up.
Alison picked me up and we went to the house, which looks very different! It's all plastered now, they have the log burner going and the gas fire in the front room, the kitchen is (almost) fully functional. The bedroom upstairs is painted, bed is in, and while I was there, the wardrobe got taken up the stairs to join it. It seemed like every moment, someone was calling Becky's name to ask her opinion, or where a particular thing was, or just to tell her someone was wearing shoes in the bedroom. Tim, Rose and Mommy also joined us, so the house got very busy. I think it was a relief when we made our move.
Arrived home, made a huge mess! Excellent show.
