Such a quiet day today, after the early night last night. It was a quiet day thinking about the different annoyances of the last few days. The assumptions that dates can be made and just ignored without apology or excuse is upsetting, it is not good for the personal sense of worth. It is all tiring. The sister in law orders stuff and lets it be sent for transport to Ireland without asking. All these things are distressing. It is one way of saying that there is no respect, and no regard for the time of others.
Perhaps not replying to the artists texted summons to turn up at his studio is rude. But there is no point in allowing the self to be irritated when there is no reason for this.
The pills were taken, and the blood pressure was too high. There are just other things that are going to have to be done about it. There is no point at all in having a heart attack, really no point at all. Breakfast was sparse and rich in coffee, and was good.
There was an attempt to get something done with the building society This resulted in talking to a robot, which then after a short wait, gave a time with which to be called back by a human. Accept the first time offered, ands go upstairs and continue ironing shirts. Whilst ironing the last shirt the call comes, and after a five minute telephone conversation all is done. Finish ironing the shirt.
Go downstairs and write an email to the building society.
When that is done realise that it is too late to go to the fair. It is of no great concern, there was the chance of a free beer, and that is gone now.
After several strolls around town, settle down to measure the blood pressure.
one hundred and forty three over eighty, which is too much for healthy livers.
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