Saturday, 17 June 2023
I woke around 12:50am and checked my phone. I had a message telling me I had won a prize on the Euromillions. I spent the next 7 hours wondering what I would spend my £46,000,000 on. A dream house somewhere in the countryside, a collection of classic cars from my youth and I would rehome all the cats I could. I felt better than I had when I went to bed although the heat was making sleeping difficult and it was more like snoozing every now and then rather than sleeping. I lay in bed dreaming about what I would do with my big lottery win for hours. A couple of cats came in and had some of my cat’s food, but I’m not bothered. I’d rather them do that than starve.
I eventually get up, it is Saturday after all, go downstairs and check my lottery numbers. I’ve won £2.80 so nothing life changing and considering I put £5 on, I’ve actually lost money, but it was nice to dream for a couple of hours about what might have been. I’m still feeling full from all the food I had yesterday, so I have some grapes and an egg for breakfast and feel better for it. I make a conscious decision to reduce the portion size of the food I eat, even if it means some food waste. I’m sure there’s something in it, so instead of 2 porkchops it’s 1 from now on.
And it turns into a morning of pottering and doing nothing. I’ve stuff to do but haven’t got the inclination to do it. The clouds come over and the rain that had been forecast for tomorrow arrives today and it’s a welcome respite from the hot weather we’ve recently had. It’s been nice but it drains you of everything you have and leaves you with nothing left to give for the rest of the day. At least now I can get some things done that I’ve been putting off for too long.
I’ve been to Tesco’s as I seem to do every day, to get some milk for my little cat and some lager for me for tonight. I saw a mate there and he said the same as me that he hadn’t been feeling well and was then fine and was then unwell again. Is this the remnants of Covid? I’ve had Covid twice now, but the first time was the worse as it lasted nearly 2 months and I’ve never felt the same since. Some days and weeks are good, others I struggle to do even basic things some days. Looking into it on the net I’m not the only one who feels like this, and I’ve spoken to people who have been through the same and feel the same too, so it’s not just me. Food for thought, but this is the really frustrating part of whatever it is I’ve got, in that it comes and goes, and nothing shows up in blood tests and all the doctors do is blame it on Covid.
Both my hips ache a bit on the way down, round, and back from Tesco’s, so I know I’m going to feel more tired than usual and less interested in doing anything really. Home and I have 1 porkchop instead of 2 and I beetroot instead of a variety of veggie’s and it seems to make a difference as I don’t feel as tired and bloated as I have done recently after eating something so maybe this is the way forward for me.
Another sure sign I’m getting old, I went and left the grill on for at least an hour! I wondered why it felt so warm in the front room! Thankfully I haven’t burnt the house down!
Another small bite to eat and The Hobbit yet again. I’m not a fan of the stuff they put on TV on a Saturday evening. Same old stuff they’ve been regurgitating for the past 40+ years, just a different presenter, or rather not because it’s usually Ant and bloody Dec. still today has been a better day than yesterday and I’ve learnt that smaller portions might be the way forward for me and a better, healthier life. Goodnight everyone and thanks for reading my inconsequential ramblings.
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