Today's the Day

The day has come at last, sometimes it seemed forever to come, and at other times the date was galloping towards me so fast. What have I got to go on about I keep asking myself when I read so many things on this website written by people who have gone through a hundred times worse than me. This is a breeze compared to so many. The cost keeps on creeping up, more prescriptions today, and not a lot of faith in today's talk on the website about free prescriptions next year. This government has a track record of giving with one hand and snatching twice as much back with the other hand. What will they take away to give a meagre benefit like free medicines to cancer sufferers? These ministers are the heartless b*******s who took great delight in standing on picket lines in the 70's and 80's hurling abuse and terrorizing women doing their best to keep on working during the Grunwick dispute. And I live in Warrington, the scene of the mob violence during the Today newspaper siege. Many of the BIG names of this cabinet were wholly involved in these and many other disgusting displays of mob rule. A leopard and changing spots comes to mind, how about that for wandering off track - rant over!!! Anyway practical problems, no pyjamas, I don't wear them so off to buy, and I want pyjama shorts not the traditional long baggy things. I kept finding small sizes only and, lying to myself, I think about the practical problem of a catheter tube, deluding myself that it's not really about the fact that I really need a FB size (or maybe RFB if you work out what they mean). Finally find them in Asda, good old George. While I'm there in goes a new dressing gown and slippers, sod it I treated myself because I'm worth it as the L'Oreal girl keeps telling me. Went to my mates and gave him all my tobacco and lighters, I buy it in bulk when in Luxembourg working so always keep a good stock at home. If there's none here I can't be tempted. I wanted to get a haircut today and it took me ages to find somewhere open, without a mile long queue, my usual place is closed all week for hospital attendances. How coincidental is that? Today was my day for finding places closed, even the local branch of my bank was being re-furbished. I had to go into town centre to pay in some cheques. There's another job on my list of things to do when I come out and set up BACS payments for my customers to pay direct into my account. With the weather being so vile over the weekend I did nothing apart from housework and - - wait for it. I've got no ironing mountain left. For a single man that's no mean achievement, this last week had been pretty heavy on stuff I had gone through for work as well. It comes in equal bottom place with sock pairing on my list of favourite household jobs. But I cracked that one as well now. Buy black plain socks only, any two is a pair. What a lazy $%**! Doctors again for another blood pressure, it's still high but lying in bed doing nowt will do a treat for that and hearing good news off the consultant will do even more. I have been looking online to find out what pantos are on around this area to take the girls to, a bit thin on the ground this year, it's a choice between Cilla (yuck) and Gary Wilmot (yack) so I will let them decide. Reading back on these entries it's turning more into a diary than a blog but it's doing some kind of therapy for me, even if it's only typing therapy. I am probably boring anyone that reads it to sleep, another benefit there then. Enough now it's an early alarm at 6am so off to bed I go. I'll spend enough time there over the next few days so start my practice now. Cheers Bren