Last entry for the day. After walking Alex the Wonderdog at lunch time, we noticed that Idiot Bastard Son had returned and was busying himself using a little hammer to break down the crap in the back garden and transfer it into the front bedroom of the house. We know he was doing that because we could hear him dragging the stuff into the room. We can hear this because our bedroom has no carpet and is varnished bare floorboards – the room next door also has no carpet and when the drag something across the floor, the floorboards act as a sounding board. The sound is even worse now we’ve moved the marital bed into the middle of the room.
The Missus is off on a break this week and we are meant to be having a good time. But instead, she is sharing my horror. I went to the Doc’s at 16.20 and got seen immediately. He was a nice doctor and this was my first appointment in a decade. He checked me out and reckoned that whatever had wafted through the floorboards had caused an allergic reaction in me. I listened to my lungs which were clear and recommended that any back pain was probably caused by muscular stress.
However, my throat was a little irritated and I was suffering from tonsilitis, complete with yellow pustules. So I am on a course of strong penecillin for the next week. Not sure if the tonsilitis had been caused by the noxious fumes or whether this was something dormat or a throwback to the really bad sore throat I had last year. But other than that, I was as fit as a fiddle. As I said to the Missus, I am an Ox and I’m going to keep on going till my heart bursts and I collapse in a heap on the floor with my tongue lolling out like the wild animal I am. I am pleased everything is OK because I must admit I was a bit scared about what I had breathed in that night. Whatever it was made me feel very, very off colour.
The young girl at the pharmacy in our local Morrisons was very surly…I don’t think she liked me very much…

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