Cracks in the machine

Yesterday Sheffield felt like a tropical rainforest. It was very warm and damp culminating in a horrid, sticky humidity. I had to go into town for an appointment and had to drag myself home through the fog of heat. When I got home I had a shower and sat outside for ages trying to cool down.

In the evening I decided to make a chilli, which seemed like a strange idea considering how hot it was, but I got that itch to cook. I made enough for a plate last night, a small bowl for today and three bowls to go in the freezer. They hadn’t quite frozen by this morning but I put that down to me stacking them in the freezer drawer and accidentally insulating them. Silly boy!!

We woke up today to the smell of cigarette smoke in our room and wondered if the crack in the bedroom wall was starting to pump our housemates fag air through. My girlfriend has rang a handyman to get him to look at it. He’s very nice and reliable so we hope he can help.

Today might be gardening day if this dry sunny spell keeps up. I can’t say I’m in the mood for gardening but I guess I’ll never be, so I might as well just get on with it. It generally tends to cheer me up once it’s done.

My dad still hasn’t sent my microphone through the post so I’m unable to record music. Even if he had sent it by now the humidity has made it pretty unpleasant so I doubt recording would have been much on the agenda. I’m thinking of building a makeshift drum kit out of tins and plastic bowls to add a bigger percussion backing to the songs.

I loaded three White Stripes albums onto my iPod yesterday as I’ve been listening to different things lately. I’ve never been a massive fan of them but I thought I’d give them another go.

I might see if my registration with the local surgery has gone through so I can make an appointment with the doctor. I like to keep checking in and building up a case history in the event that my depression gets worse.

We shall see.