The Lost Weekend
Grandad August 8th, 2011
That was one hell of a weird weekend.
I am not normally one for getting ill. Sickness has only one redeeming factor and that is the ability to get a couple of weeks off work. Seeing as I gave up paid employment ten years ago, there didn’t seem to be any point in falling ill. so I didn’t.
On Saturday night I was completely blindsided by whatever the fuck bug it was. It left me completely incapacitated all through yesterday. I even went to bed early which is an indicator of how bad it was. I woke this morning and had great difficulty getting dressed – every move I made was agony. I made myself a cuppa [which I never drank] and eased myself painfully into my armchair. I promptly fell asleep again. I woke again an hour or so ago and found my clothes were wringing wet. And suddenly all the aches and pains had disappeared. I can actually move my head again and can walk without difficulty.
The only problem now is that I have to catch up with the rest of the world. I haven’t a clue what has been happening, and have had to flick through a few news sites to see if I have missed any excitement. Apart from America going into financial meltdown and riots in London it seems to have been a quiet enough time.
My problem is that I have little or no memory of what went on yesterday [or most of the day before] so I have nothing to write about. I have a vague recollection of entertaining visitors yesterday and I notice the Sunday Times is on the table so I must have gone down to the shop at some stage. But vague recollections don’t make for interesting scribbles, so I looks like I will have to spend this evening in the pub to catch up on all the important bits of news.
It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.
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