Do you ever get up in the morning after an exhausting night's sleep and feel as though all the energy has been drained out of you ? There was nothing specifically awful about the day but I just couldn't think what to plan to eat for lunch and supper and I gazed mournfully at the breakfast washing up and wanted to throw all the crockery in the bin along with the cat .Fortunately she read my feelings and hurriedly disappeared to discuss her hard life with Baldrick ,the next-door cat . I found it a real struggle to go up to the local shop and the wheelchair seemed to weigh a ton and didn't want to go in the same direction as me . After lunch I thought things might improve as one of the carers was in (she's an ace ironer and I hate fitted sheets with a vengeance ) and I had three hours to do as I wanted. But I didn't really want to do anything so I forced myself to go and mend the leaking roof on my allotment shed . Bad idea - I managed to cut my hand on a piece of corrugated iron sheeting and whack my finger with my hammer .
As I stood on the roof of my shed I could see right down the valley and I watched with a horrid fascination as the blackest of black clouds sped unerringly up the valley to envelop me in a hailstorm . The hailstones rat tat tatted on the tin roof like so many military drummers beating out a tattoo .I looked down and wondered if I threw myself off the roof I would manage to break a leg and be rushed to hospital where I could lay back and be nurtured- what a blissful thought ! Then I realised the ambulance would have great difficulty in finding me and when they did I would probably be stuck on a trolley in A&E for hours then discharged and sent home and would still have to cook the *****y supper .So I went home and was thoroughly disagreeable to my poor wife that didn't make me feel any better either so I've gone to bed early with my book which incidentally I am NOT enjoying -so there !