The people who work on the Smiler rollercoaster at Alton Towers wear the same yellow laced docs as me and I wanted their uniforms.
The last two days have been so sweet.
On monday my friends came for an early cup of tea round my kitchen table before one of them goes back to Plymouth and I won’t see her until the end of June because I’m going to France. That afternoon I dug the allotment for three hours, occasionally fishing out last year’s stray carrots and potatoes and battling with couch grass. Blisters and achy shoulders. I had to go home earlier than I wanted because I promised to cook a roast dinner and I somehow managed to get perfect crackling even though I don’t really like pork.
Yesterday I climbed a beautiful hill in Church Stretton with the prettiest wood on one side. I heard great tits, sky larks, robins, lambs and a pheasant. The oaks had leaf buds and the rowans looked so alive in the sun (even those nibbled by sheep). I cycled into town and sat in the boathouse for three hours with people that I have not been able to see because I have not been able to leave my room. I’m feeling okay.
Today I’m going to town in search of a tea diffuser.
Waiting for it warm up enough to hang my washing outside without freezing to death
Dead and living things in my garden on Wednesday morning
Big moon and Church Stretton
The sun does things to me
Radio 1 in the background eugh
Dad is clearing out his shed and his cupboard of stuff before mum murders him and he’s preparing for a car boot sale tomorrow but realistically he’ll need to do at least three to get rid of everything so he’s been trying to pawn off Japanese tea sets and marble book ends on me. I’ve been very strong but couldn’t resist adopting this beautiful Pfaff sewing machine.
Today has been coughing up my lungs into my workbench with an ugly gold teapot and silver wire.
Too little time and too many sad friends’ houses to take cake to
Today has actually been quite nice though, I have almost finished organising my room and just need to find a hammer so I can pin things on the walls. I finally feel like I have a space I can live in without being in the way.
I ate a poached egg on seed toast.
I burnt a spiced orange scented candle and danced in pyjamas, making my cranes twirl.
I’m about to put some clothes on so I can get on my bike to buy chicken.
This is my first non stress-related illness in ages and ages and I’m kind of pleased to find I can still be normally sick.
I suppose it’s just as well they told me I couldn’t give blood yesterday because my veins are too thin. I feel like Mr Burns.
I am sad because I am too sickly to look after boy properly even though he needs it more than me.
Why is everyone so so sad.