Oh I had a simply rotten day yesterday!
Of course, as always, nothing much actually happened, but my mind blew everything out of proportion.
For a start, my new (they come and go so fast) housing officer with the council gave me 24 hours notice before turning up to introduce herself. She claimed she sent the letter out a week ago, but I theorise they send them out late on purpose in the hope that you won’t answer your door. I vaguely remember the same thing happening with last year’s officer who, after having our face-to-face into chat, was never to be seen or heard of again. Erm, I didn’t mean that to sound sinister, I simply meant that she never returned any of my messages. She did come across more as someone who would actually live in a hellish block like this and make everyone’s life a misery, rather than working for the council and trying to improve things. Anyway, the new officer was very loud and had the nerve to comment on my lack of vacuuming. I didn’t retaliate, instead just sitting there like a potted plant answering her inane questions. I’ve lived here for 13 years, and yet she was asking whether I knew how to request repairs etc. It’s almost like the whole visit was a waste of time, and such funding could have gone to use elsewhere, but hey-ho.
Due to her turning up very early in the morning, I chose not to go on the exercise bike, which I think set me up for the day all wrong. Instead, I watched a dreary German film from the 80s, which was so visually ugly that it made me want to peel my skin off. It took a while to shake off that awful experience. The weather outside my flat didn’t help either. It was a real stinker!
The afternoon was spent waiting for my doctor to call about my blood test results, which came out a month ago. Even he didn’t know why he was calling, but we got there in the end. I opened up a bit about my recent meltdown, and how I’ve decided to be more positive-minded. He’s a nice chap, who’s hard to get annoyed at. Shame he’s married really. Sigh. All the best ones and all that, am I right?
See? Two very short and simple encounters with people, and yet I managed to get myself all upset. I spent much of the day in bed watching sitcoms and listening to audiobooks, in the full knowledge that that was the best place for me. I can do less damage to the universe when I’m horizontal. Oh I also made another playlist on Spotify, so that was my creative endeavour for the day.
That dating app was driving me up the wall too. I’ve had no actual offers of meet-ups of any kind, just nascence profiles trying to get me to go over to WhatsApp so they can scam me. Basically, if someone messages me from another continent, I just reply “I have no money and will not go over to a different app”. It works 100% of the time. I don’t like being so harsh, but I find it a personal insult that they think I look that desperate. Plus, hey, they are trying to scam people.
So fuck ‘em.
I’ve had some shopping delivered today, which was a little early in my grocery cycle, but I promised myself I’d order stuff as and when, so that I don’t get back into a bored, unproductive, depressive cycle. I now have the ingredients for three dishes: a chilli con carne, a stir fry, and a lamb and roast vegetable medley. The latter is in the oven right now. I’m going to cut up the lamb into strips and fry them off seperately, once the veggies are done.
I am a total vegetable roasting maniac!
A couple of DVDs have just arrived as I’ve been typing this. I wonder whether there’s a surreptitious code you can add to your delivery instructions to let gay couriers know you’re down for a little “stress relief”. Knowing my luck, I’d probably get done for harassment. Everyone’s pointing fingers at each other these days, so it’s best to keep to one’s horny self.
Righty-ho, I best go see what visual feasts have arrived and turn the vegetables a bit. There was an especially long carrot in the bag I ordered, so I may keep that to one side for, erm, stress relief.
Give me a break, I’m very lonely.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
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