I’m still feeling tired. Still aching. Still don’t feel like doing anything.
I have to wait in until the courier company calls to collect the parcels containing the Kenwood Chef food mixers – that suits me. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere in any case. I packaged the mixers last night, but I want to try to ensure that the courier treats the packages with a little respect, so I print off some sheets of A4 that say “FRAGILE! THIS WAY UP ^” and attach two of these to each package. I’m not sure that it’ll make a shred of difference, but at least I can say I’ve tried!
My son sends me a Facebook message from The Philippines asking me awkward questions about fees for withdrawing money from an ATM out there – so, I spend half an hour with Mr Google, find the relevant information for him, and message him back.
I guzzle some of the food that was leftover from our boat trip on Sunday – I don’t usually bother with eating lunch, but I do hate to see good food go to waste – and that’s exactly what will happen to it if I don’t eat it.
The courier arrives just before 4pm, and then I take the dog fore her afternoon walk. I bump into a fellow dog walker and it’s while in chatting to her that I become aware that my voice is slurred and indistinct – I sound like I’m drunk; most embarrassing. I’m guessing it is due to fatigue, which is probably why my left leg tremor is back in full force today as well. Time to self medicate with some CBD oil, and perhaps a beer (I might as well, since I sound like I’m drunk in any case!).