Interactive version of Oliver's Poetry Garret
Bonhomie
Thursday, 8 June 2006, Blog 6
Leamington Garret
Beautiful, sunny morning, 6.55am by Big Ken. I awoke at six feeling rested, although not having slept as much as I would have liked. I started to think how difficult it could be to get a new flatmate.
I have agreed to find one at my own expense. Perhaps I can do it via the internet. I must ask Mr Rigby to get the storage heaters fixed before we sign a new contract. It will be beastly cold in the winter.
The other problem I was fretting about was that I guess John will take his washing machine when he leaves, and that won't help in finding someone. I need to start looking. There is the opposite problem in the London Garret: resisting a new tenant! I pray I can simplify my life in the next year.
When I got in last night, I changed and showered and was in the Jug by 10.30pm. That family was there again, although, thankfully, not the grandmother who had fallen down the stairs at Kelsey's. The youngest said hello, but her mum ignored me.
Music was good, as always. A true summer jam. Back at the Garret, I had another pointless chat about football with John. The more false bonhomie he displays, the more I find myself disliking him. Sad but true!
Bedding plants
Flashback to Saturday, 27 May 2006
Lewes Garret
8.25pm. Itsy, bitsy day, with a list of tasks, but little energy or strength. Have swallowed a vast cocktail of supposedly medicinal pills. Probably part of the problem. I am currently trying to turn the picture of Marina meeting Camilla into a screensaver for this laptop.
I felt immensely tired this morning and did not perk up despite visits to Grange Gardens (to snaffle some gratis bedding plants), a church hall jumble sale, and the newsagent's. Marina was mentioned in one paper, the Brighton Argus, which reported, on its centre spread, that she had presented Camilla with flowers outside Anne of Cleves House.
Seemed good enough to me. At home, everyone was delighted by the Brighton Argus. I recalled the Brighton Argus was a paper that had schooled many of my Fleet Street colleagues. I have put the cuttings in my box file for work and events of 2006. Otherwise I feel listless and slightly nauseous. The Alan Clark Diaries are no longer enticing. I am trying to make my picture scanner work, but, frankly, I haven't a clue.
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