8:15 Alarm goes off for partner. Partner gets up and heads to shower. I pull on my dressing gown and drag myself downstairs. Overcome with the effort, I lie down on the couch and turn on This Morning.
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9:00 Partner leaves. I manage, heroically, to make it to the door to see him off.
9:03 The toilet calls. I amble through the kitchen, sneering challengingly at the washing up as I pass. Wisely, it remains silent.
9:11 Having stood in the kitchen staring at the ceiling for 5 minutes or so, I decide to have a shower.
9:13 Standing in said shower, I fight the urge to sit down therein just to, you know, get off my feet. It’s been a long day.
9:25 Showered and back in my dressing gown, I sit down on the couch and attempt to engage my cat in conversation. Offended by his lack of response, I draw a face on an old football with my own blood and call him 'Frank'. Frank and I chat for a while, but he makes an unwelcome move (men!)and I withdraw to the bedroom.
9:54 After sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling (for 6 minutes this time), I decide to put on some old cassettes.
11:30 This magic time finds me, still in dressing gown, bellowing joyously along to Tiffany’s classic 1987 debut album, ‘Tiffany’, defiantly ignoring the fact that I have neither eaten nor drunk this morning and am possibly in danger of dying of dehydration.
Sweet.
Who knows what the rest of the day may bring?
