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| hello, Well, another good day has been had by me, I'm doing fucking brilliant at the minute. Got a good haircut which has the added benefit of making my head look less like a outsized big fucking melon atop my shoulders, I look more in proportion now. He didn't talk through any of it so he got a good tip. Only embarrassment was having to ask for the gown to be loosened from my neck, twice. I've always had a thing where I retch if items of clothing touch my neck but it has intensified of late so the gown being pulled tight was hideous. He loosened it once and I said it was fine but was then desperately clawing at it before I started heaving so he took the hint and loosened it more. He only lost points on not using the cutthroat razor to shave my neck, I always love that bit. Phew, think I've eaten a bit too much for tea, I'm somewhat bloated. But I've had a great day, these past couple of days I've found myself laughing at certain things like I haven't laughed in years, that fantastic struggling for breath type laughing that is so addictively uncontrollable. Not that I haven't laughed in the past couple of months or owt but just that really stupid laughing is something I haven't done for years now. I've had a wonderful couple of days with the missus, talking and joking about all sorts of stuff and also the obligatory afternoon naps in bed tucked up with each other. I had the idea of popping a hot water bottle in the bed last night as it is getting a little chillier and bizarrely the missus had one but had never used it and had never used one as a kid, even though she grew up in a house without central heating and stuff. I grew up in more comfortable surroundings but it was still always a ritual that every night during winter we'd take turns to do the hot water bottles a couple of hours before bed. I fucking loved them but I've owned one myself in adult life so it's about 15 years since I last gave it a bash. I popped it in and we went to bed a bit later with the missus incredibly impressed by it and wondering how she'd got by without one (like a lot of women, she feels the cold worse than blokes do). It was the oddest sensation when I flicked it across to my side of the bed, just putting my feet on it brought back all sorts of feelings and memories of childhood and it reminded me most of childhood christmas times / Decembers. Fantastic times, I just felt so young again for a fleeting 10 minutes, all from a bloody hot water bottle. I've just read that back and it's the most drippy, shoddy load of balls, but, fuck it To finish off the drippiness, I watched star trek 2 again today and cried at the end where Spock goes in to the deadly radiation to save the ship, especially the bit where he's saying his last words to Kirk through the glass 'I have been, and always will be, your friend' *sniff* | ||
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| yer soft shite..
glad your having a laugh or two though and the hot water bottle episode just goes to show that the simple things in life are often the best. | |||
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