I continue to be a punchbag at work and so I'm not going to bang on about it this week. If you want to know what life is like at work, just go back to last week's post!
As with most of us, when work is not great it impacts other parts of your life and so not a lot is going on right now.
On Saturday I had a great walk down to the butchers and as dog is no longer on heat could actually go down to the seafront to throw a ball without worrying about her being accosted by testosterone fuelled dogs. Not that I'm accusing the dogs here - she's such a complete flirt it's definitely just as much her fault as it is theirs.
Then after coming home and cooking I basically went to bed. I slept for about 3 hours and then friends came over in the evening for supper.
Sunday I woke up at 5:00. Watched some telly and then at 10:00 I felt shattered again and went back to bed and slept until 12:00. As somebody that usually gets up at 05:00 it felt as though I'd slept through the whole day. I didn't have lots to do on Sunday (fortunately), but got my meagre chores done and by then it was time to prepare supper, watch a bit of telly and go to bed again.
I think I had too much sleep. I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been hit by a sledgehammer. Son woke up at about 05:30 and started to natter to me - before I'd even had the first sip of coffee. He doesn't really see me in my first 5 mins of awake often and asked what was wrong.
As any normal person would I told him to go away until I'd at least had half a cup of coffee. He took this well.
No matter what I tried I couldn't wake up - looking outside it was a lovely morning and I still had plenty of time before work. So I got myself up and dressed and took the dog out for a morning walk across the downs.
I even did the scary hill. I think I mentioned before. Back the day before first COVID lockdown - I had COVID and was self isolating. My team had been told we were going to go on furlough and the first day of this was going to be the next day. We had a team meeting and I explained that what I was going to do during my time away from work was tackle the hill on the corner of my road.
At the top of this hill is a nature reserve, but I'm not built for hills. For years I'd been thinking that I should just pull my car in at the bottom of the hill after work. Just get out and walk up it and back down again - until I could do it at speed without thinking.
Once I was walking down the hill gingerly because of my knees and a man about 25 years older than me jogged up the hill past me. That put me in my place!
So over the past 2 years I've done this hill at least twice a week. Even after all this time it still absolutely kills me. Though I don't get out of breath any more. There's no jog to the way I get up it, I take it nice and gently - but at least I'm doing it a lot more than I used to.
I wish we lived in one of the houses at the top of the hill. I'd spend my lie in the nature reserve, but then I'd probably be bored with it. Some of us are never satisfied.
So I am about to start another joyous week. I've got Wednesday afternoon off to spend some time with son. More about this next week.
Hopefully things will get less tiresome soon.
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