My life in 2025

  I'm sorry to say that my foot swelled up yesterday seemingly 3 days after I expected it to and today the bruise is coming out nicely on the ankle bone so I had to call work this morning. Thing is, I rang 7 times and still couldn't get through so I gave up. As I type this they've not rung me to ask where I am and it's snowing with a storm on the way. The danger notwithstanding I would have liked to have had a shift during the encroaching bad weather to liven things up a bit and I really don't want ASDA to think I am pulling a sickie.  Meantime Rihanna is really excited because 10 policeman just battered down our neighbour's door. She shouted through her window to be careful because he has a gun but they didn't seem bothered when she told them she saw him with it a couple of years ago (cleaning it in his backyard).  She thinks he was probably suicidal after Christmas, a popular time to unalive oneself.  While she was filming the drama outside the water board...

Yesterday I wrote yesterday's post- that seems to be what stands out. I didn't go out because I was resting my ankle, I was not very industrious. Too much chess and doom scrolling.  Rihanna sent me out today to pick up the rest of her meds and a Covid test kit. Thus I saw the friendly young pharmacist who always says 'ta-ra' and one of the young girls in the convenience store. These routine faces are not ones I ever get into chitchat with although today there was something that almost approached it. Girl- Would you like a bag? Me- Not unless it's free. Girl- I can't give it to you. I couldn't give them away before. (Or similar words, meaning ironically she couldn't give them away when they were free, I think). Me- That's all right, I can manage. I did ring mum around 8 in the evening. She is bitter and goes round in circles. This make me feel guilty and so it goes on.

On October 25 I bagged a job as an ASDA delivery driver 2 days a week. Having interviewed for and failed at Tesco (was it because one of my trouser legs was inadvertently turned up? I'll never know) I'm so glad ASDA had a much more laid back approach. No interview, just when can you start? PROS I can pay the rent. Dignity. The day mostly doesn't drag because it's all go.  It's only 2 days a week.  CONS Every day in that job feels like more micro-dramas than I might been immersed in in a week, a month or even a year in some desk jobs. Big vans and Welsh residential streets do not always go together, SAT NAV can be inaccurate, parking can be a nightmare, roads can be closed, adverse conditions can add complications and sometimes the rotas I'm given are just mission impossible for me. There is next to no margin for error and a series of unfortunate events can soon lead to one being very late for drops. On a good day when traffic is good, I find addresses quickly an...

Let's have another go at this diary thing. I think it needs a purpose, and this year it will be to track how much human interaction I have, because it is rather low.  Today was a hard day at times. It began with a tantrum from me because Rihanna had accidentally switched iplayer off when Big Ben began chiming, meaning to turn the volume up. Of course, these days switching BBC 1 back on is not a switch flicking affair but a torturous time consuming navigation through menus and loading screens. So I knew instantly that we had ruined the count down. It’s not as if we watch BBC 1 much. Between us I think the Traitors and Rihanna’s occasional pigging out on Eastenders is about it. The rest of the time we watch YouTube in bulk and a slither of Netflix and Prime, mostly. It’s become a tradition to watch Jools Holland and the BBC 1 countdown at New Year, though neither are really enjoyable. I like the fact that Jools brings people together but the music is always meh-diocre. I would mu...