November 25th, 2020



I wonder if  I should exercise outside or not?  I 'm feeling rough all right. I'm coughing all the trime, but it's certainly not 'dry.' and I'm not feverish, but I'm shivering a lot.
Last night's bleak and boring dream featured Nicole Kidman as my shrink. She was very critical of me  because I'm a hypochondriac and of no use to anyone. I was quite envious of her wavy Titian hair. She was a terrible bitch, though. I didn't want her therapy, but I think I was compelled to attend, or I'd be sectioned... (She's playing a shrink, BTW, in  THE UNDOING,)

Later: wasted most of the day, although I did my LIDL round, and stocked up on yet  more of that 'baked apple' skyr I'm so addicted to, from M&S. Then, I headed for the dentist, only to find he was off sick!!! What with the op and everything, I'll have to wait until 7 DEC.NOW. FUCK!!!
...AND IT'S MY OWN FAULT,  'cos I forgot to check my phone messages...

Been watching VALHALLA MURDERS on Saturday. It's OK,very formulaic, though. The sound track is admirably spooky, and I've had a couple of mild jumps, so it's worth sticking with... When does she get into bed with the monosyllabic melancholy Swede?
So, what's going on with Donald Sutherland in THE UNDOING?  He's starting to do his evil look a lot.
Didn't get terribly into LOVERS ROCK, I think because I've never been crazy about that kind of music. Then, I watched the biopc AMUNDSEN, which was more boring still.


Another Grey Day In The Tower Block...

So, yesterday, after the dental non-event, I shuffled home and had a hunk of M&S gluten-free coffee gateau. ( I'd been there treating myself to this gorgeous youghurt  I HAVE to buy, while it's still avilable ('Limited Edition '...) ) Whoa! It's deelish (and was heavily discounted.) Never fails to amaze me me that gluten-free cake is often very good, while the bread is nauseating.
I proceeded to fall asleep during EASTENDERS ( A bit extreme, even for me- )  snore right through HOLBY CITY (easily done-) make it halfway through an episode of LAST DAYS OF ANNE BOLEYN, and totally miss the documentary on SPITTING IMAGE! Jesus! I couldn't get up this morning until well after eight, too. The fragility of age, or so pissed off by all the tedious daily agro that I just can't face cosciousness?
I am now feckin' self-isolating, although it seems hardly worth bothering, and grumping away furiously.
BTW, if you don't follow Carrie McNinch's ever-delightful diary zine YOU CAN'T GET THERE FROM HERE, check her out on Patreon, and give her some money. I was very affected by #56, the other day, as her cherished cat, Milo, approached her last days. She really captures the bittersweetness of loving a critter.
I guess now I'll mount the exercise bike and chug through an episode or two of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, then do an EVERYBODYYY MOVE workout.
I don't want to...