My weekend at home was lovely, but not remotely long enough, as usual. Just as I am getting off the train and being picked up, it seems I am back int he car headed to the train station, to sit on the platform with Mum and stare at the timetable, hoping my train won’t be delayed. Someone needs to invent a teleporter asap. How wonderful would it be to be home in the blink of an eye? I can have cups of tea made for me whenever I like, I can play with the dog (instant therapy), I can be looked after when I am sick. Also my daily commute would be a piece of cake. Although, then everybody would want to do it and how would you teleport without bumping into other people? Would you have to file a flight plan? Would there be tons of paperwork? Hmm, maybe someone should invent it and keep it a secret from the masses, and just tell me? Maybe someone already has…
Anyway, off that mad tangent. I didn’t do much this weekend. I did some (very unsuccessful) shopping. Why are all trousers at the moment either high waisted or have stupid wide waistbands? I just want some nice, normal work trousers please! Sigh. More shopping needed. I amused myself when standing looking at the chickens, by inadvertently making a pun. I was watching them in their hutch and some of them are HUGE! So I said that to them, and one ran off, and I said ‘Oh, you chicken.’ Haha. See, comedy genius me.
It was back to the daily grind on Monday, sadly. Yesterday I had a migraine and was pissed at the world. It started in the morning just after I got to work. I took my tablets and put my head on my desk while the lovely auras started. Half an hour later I could kind of see again but I felt sick. The pain in my head wasn’t too bad though, and I lasted a couple of hours at work before admitting defeat. I had an ad and some showcards to finish. It’s probably not wise to wield a stanley knife when you’re practically blind in one eye.
So I went home to bed, didn’t sleep at all, and watched The West Wing for the rest of the day. I do wish they’d find a cure for migraines sometime soon. I know I am lucky that I don’t get them often, and that they usually only wipe me out for the day, and that I have an understanding boss who doesn’t hold it against me when I have to leave work, but still. I don’t want much do I? Just a teleporter and a cure.
Enough moaning, have a cute picture of a dog instead:
This is Lucy and her ‘baby’ Monkey. Mum keeps buying Lucy babies from charity shops, and Lucy keeps on loving them. I am not sure who is more bonkers.