I am sure I am not the only one who thinks of Sunday as a bit of a limbo day. I find Sundays a real pain in the arse. The shops open their doors late, and close early, there is bugger all of the worth on the TV, and if feels like a wasted day, and by the time we get to bedtime, most of the day has been wasted from being busy doing nothing.
I like to relax on Sundays, but for some unknown reason that only the gods seem to be privy to, I never get the chance. Today is no exception. After waking at just after 5am as the dogs wanted to go out for toilet duties I ended up quite literally coughing my guts up, which went on for close to an hour. After coughing, blowing my nose and retching and being close to vomiting, I eventually managed to go back to bed for a few hours sleep. My sleep was broken yet again by the dogs, namely Mazikeen, who thought it was a good idea to lie on my head and pillow and promptly lick my face. I endured this for a few moments, then got up and let her out in the garden for 5 minutes. M was still in bed, so I decided to let him sleep as he had his sleep disturbed by me coughing.
I ate breakfast at my iMac whilst reading blogs and trying to keep the dogs from making too much noise as they played rough and tumble. When M got up we had a brew and took the girls out for a walk. That was followed by going to get the car washed. I would do it myself, but it is a big car, and it is cold, so the high-tech automated car wash did the job for me. The car is sprayed down and pre-jetwashed by a man, then the car goes onto the roller tracks and gets all its foam, wax, shield treatment and finally drying. This we are used to as I use this from time to time when I do not get it valeted, but I forgot that Harper hates the jet wash and is quite aggressive towards the windows when it hits, and Mazikeen had never been in a car wash before and was totally terrified as she sat on M’s knee. Needless to say, I will be going on my own next time.
When we got home I cleaned out the inside of the car as it badly needed it. There was so much muck from the forest and sand from the beach that really the inside could have been considered outside. I was not up for doing it after the bad night sleep and this cough that seems to be plaguing me, but, I had to do it as it is going for its first service on Tuesday as it is coming up to being a year old. I do treat my car as a workhorse and the last time it was valeted was September before going to Ireland.
Next on the agenda was cleaning the house, then a big bowl of scouse. For those who do not know, this is like a stew made from beef, potatoes, swede, carrots, onions, water, salt and pepper, it can be made with lamb too.
I had planned to sit about watching movies, sewing my sweater and generally relaxing, but that just has not happened. Again, only the gods know why I cannot do what I plan to on a Sunday. It is now dusk and I have not managed to do what I wanted.
On a more positive note, my diet is going okay and I have managed to lose 2 pounds this week. Fingers crossed it keeps going that way. It turns out that having no sugar is not that hard. I have had decaf coffee and tea. However, I have had some milk, a touch of skimmed in tea and semi-skimmed on my cornflakes this morning (along with chopped up banana and a drizzle of honey), but the point is, no refined sugar. I did think that I would have lost more than just two pounds as I have cut out so much, but I am sure being early days it will keep dropping off me. I still feel fat though!
Mr Knitter 