Perfect timing

So, for some reason late on a Friday afternoon, my boiler has decided to stop working. I think I may have had a little time left to ring the council about it, but I reasoned that, even if I did manage to get through, nothing would be done about it until next week anyway. Well, at least next week. The display on the boiler says it’s a water pressure problem, which is interesting, as I think the toilet wasn’t flushing properly midweek (which happens from time-to-time). Perhaps it’ll sort itself out once the building’s water pressure improves. Ah, the joys of communal living! This all means that, alas, I’ll be having miserable showers for the next few days, so prepare yourself for full-on Grumpy Jim.

I was rather peeved the other day, after I went to see the nurse. For a start, it was Bitch Nurse (there’s always one) I saw; second, the last nurse I saw forgot to put through the prescription for the blood pressure medication I was supposed to start taking, so Bitch Nurse didn’t need to take any blood samples (which was why I was there). Well, I have the medication now, but I also have to go back in a couple of weeks to give the above blood samples. Not only am I peeved because of this pointless trip out, but I could have done some drinking the night before on Halloween. You know, when I felt really weird and could have done with getting out of my head. Yes, you guessed it, I started drinking once I got back from the surgery. I’m just about sobering up now, but it’s been a rather boozy few days. My concern is also that I’m not really caring about my consumption again. I’m not bewailing and bemoaning my ex passing away as much, but I am feeling very nihilistic. There’s a calm acceptance to my drinking too, which is mildly worrying.

So, I dunno, life has been pretty crap to me this week. Bitch Nurse was also snarky by saying “You could have solved the medication problem by just calling us’, to which I should have replied “It also could have been solved by you people doing your jobs properly”, but I didn’t. I just sat there and nodded. I’m often unsure whether I’m misreading situations, so I try to leave it a few hours in order to make a more informed decision. This doesn’t help in-the-moment, of course.

Getting right, royally plastered on Wednesday meant that I was given the dumb courage to buy that guitar. It arrived this morning, and is now sitting, still in its box, in my entrance vestibule (I can’t rightfully call it a “hallway”). I’m not sure when I’ll unpack it. Maybe I’ll leave it as a Christmas Day treat. I’ve decided to stop playing the lottery, so the cash that’ll be freed-up by not purchasing four tickets a week should improve my circumstances. I was even going to up-it to six a week, which I think was the tipping point.

I didn’t get a snarky response from my brother, regarding my reply to his email about mother’s health, in the end. I guess there’s still time. He does have a very bad, sometimes even violent, temper, so I’ll keep watching my inbox. Somebody was knocking on my door around 5 pm this evening, which I didn’t respond to (as I wasn’t expecting anyone), so maybe that was him coming to beat me up.

Stranger things have happened.

Or maybe it was that weird guy looking for that woman again. What was her name? Oh, I dunno. I’m sure he’ll be back, bless ‘im.

The fireworks have begun for Bonfire Night on Sunday. People don’t celebrate things on the right day anymore, as they’re often inconvenient for a hectic 21st century lifestyle. Therefore, celebrations nowadays occur over a whole week or so which, in terms of fireworks, is not a great week for pets. I think one of my neighbours has a pet, but I’m not sure what type. I’m guessing a cat, as it never makes any noise. I just hear my neighbour reacting to its behaviour. I mean, if it was a dog, it would bark quite often, right? Are there any dogs that don’t bark? The possibility of it being a cat is giving me more motivation to go round there and introduce myself. I’m totally a cat person.

Well, I think that’s all for now, folks. I’ve spent most of the day in bed, so I should probably gear up for a night of, erm, awakeness. Is that a word?! Fuck it, it is now. I might go put my leaky kettle on to make a thermos pot of tea. That should keep me warm without a working boiler.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!

P.S. I took down that “Blind Art 3” post as, in the cold light of sober day, I realised how poor I’d taken the picture’s photo. I’ll take a second pass at it during even daylight.