My life is like a movie...

But not a good one... I've not managed to get to sleep before 4am so far on my days off. A month of night shifts seems to have finally effected my body clock,

I found myself wanting to scream at Wifey this morning because she was eating toast. She'd come bck off her night shift and woken me up, and you know that scene in movies where someone is being annoyed and the other person starts eating and the noise of the eating is too much to bear, and it gets louder and louder and the camera moves in and the eating goes on and on,and it gets more and more annoying and louder and louder and closer and closer and...

I ended up laughing at myself.
"What's funny?" She said. I couldn't tell her.

Its not working. I can't seem to find words for the grind at the moment.
Stroppy behaviour from Wifey because I phoned when she in the shower, I'm missing Number 1 Son - who is in Greece on his first holiday without us, I keep feeling sick, and my knee hurts.

What a miserable git I am.

I've been trying to write about something, but it never comes out right.
Give me a bit of time and maybe it will, or it will resolve itself and wont need writing about.


Sorry.

I'm stuck in the house alone again. I really am wondering if the exchange of clean for dirty washing is the only impact I have here.
I also seem to be out of money... which is not good as I got my bonus a mere 3 weeks ago.
This time round, though, I did at least get shoes and glasses!

Silence has been brought on by night work, headaches, boredom, and little or nothing of consequence to say. And a broken laptop.

One of the above has been sorted, at a cost of £50.

Paying for it.

I've never paid for sex.

Today I went for another massage. And I felt as though I'd all but paid for sex.
She's small, blonde, athletic and pretty, and she was in physical contact with me for the whole 30 minutes. The longest time anyone has touched me for in a long, long time.
When she held my arm behind my back she used her thigh let my relaxed arm stay in place rather than flop to my side. When she stretched my arms from right in front to right behind, and as I'm much bigger than her, she made contact with my back from her chin down.
A mock intimacy. I'm a client, but I've only ever been manipulated like that by lovers before this woman.
I paid my money and left feeling relaxed and happy, and trying to remember that that is that.

A bit of a day.

Took Number One Son to shop for stuff for his holiday as his shift was canceled. We had a really good time, actually. Decided to stop of coffee and a macaroon at a posh cake shop, bought him some shirts and shorts, went in the Lego shop and bought Star Wars key-rings, got myself a couple of books, did some people watching... stuff like that.
As we came back into the hometown I was following a bus, ahead there was someone on the pavement. I turned to Number One and said "Has he fallen over?"
We slowed, and N1 said, "Yeah, but the bus is stopping... oh no it isn't!"
There was a man in his 70s sprawled on the pavement. I swung into a driveway and jumped out of the car.
"Are you ok?" "I've fallen!" He declines an ambulance, as he just can't get up. Another bus pulls over and the driver calls over to ask if we are OK. I assure him its under control, and I help the man slowly to his feet. Someone else, a fit looking guy in his early 30s, appears from somewhere and helps us. The man isn't badly hurt, just shaken. His elbow is scraped and his knee is bleeding under his trousers, but nothing serious. We guide him across the road to his car.

As I turn back to go to the car I hear a horn blow. There is someone trying to get into the driveway I stopped in, I see N1 starting my car - he has no license and, obviously, no insurance so I shout at him not to move the car. I know he's acting out of the best of intentions, and is capable of moving the car forward a foot or two, but I'm not happy about it.
The guy in the BT van is the one who biped his horn. I shout to him that I was helping the old guy and will move the car. He glances in the mirror, twigs whats going on and says "Oh, no problem"
I get back in the car and start to pull out. The man in the AA Driving school car comes hurtling past, just misses me as I'm pulling out, screaming abuse and making obscene gestures. Dammit if I didn't get his whole number. Still might be onto the AA Driving School later...

N1 and I then went round Sainsbury's, but I was so messed up after the adrenaline of the emergency I wasn't much use to him - he did the shopping, really.
Home, food, cider, bed.