I
still seem determined to blast my way through life without ever learning anything
from my experiences. Less than 3 days after nearly collapsing with a headache
that was literally blinding, I thought it might be a good idea to do something
I haven’t done for months – sit up all night watching movies. Thankfully, my
body took control of the situation and made me fall asleep before I’d even made
it to the end of “Warcraft” (which started at 8pm on Channel 4.) So that little
(imaginary) pile of films ended up unwatched.
It
was quite disappointing to wake up at 4am slouched on the sofa, but I suppose I
have to accept that things probably worked out for the best. Having a
three-month old baby in a house where one parent has pulled an all-nighter can’t
ever be a good idea, can it?
To
make up for my perceived loss of ‘Rory Time’ I buggered off on my bike for a
while today. It was gloriously beautiful and beautifully glorious and I managed
to ignore my own lack of fitness long enough to enjoy Suffolk looking lovely in
the bright Sunday sunshine. I returned home with burning thigh muscles and a
dribbling nose, to be told “You’re cooking lunch today, remember?”
So that leisurely relax in the
bath ended up unenjoyed.
RC 24-3-19
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