75

I haven't written much this week as I've had the most appalling headache, although I'm aware that I should be taking note of it. Wednesday was the worst - there was a point when mere gentle movement set off the great clanging pain that is my head. Today it is still what I would call 'high' but I haven't taken any painkillers, so it is much better than Wednesday when I was and the pain was worse than it is now.

Trying to think of this week, but failing miserably. What would I like to remember when I am 75 and looking through my blog (strange thought - hello, 75 year old me - if the world hasn't ended or the Internet turned rogue)?. There's a sweet baby blue tit which is hungrily at the peanut feeder frequently. He is still yellow in the face with a slate grey cap which has yet to become blue. Also a young robin which is also sweet, now with a faint tinge of orange on its chest but with a permanently perplexed air. Have done some bits of gardening and planting out, and started making lists for when we go on holiday.

I've also been thinking about how unpedestrian friendly life is...especially in light of experiences last week, trying to cross busy roads and struggling to keep on the verge until we reach the path. Frequently I wonder about the future of the car in general. When will anyone ever want to give up the little bubbles they drive around in? When will the petrol companies stop sitting on the patents for alternative cars? And even if we ended up with electric cars, would it still be a good thing for our lives to be so ruled by them there is no room for people on foot at all? If there was a guilt-free, 'environmentally friendly' way to drive, would it get rid of all complaints? Or would we simply have to build so many roads that there was no green left? Will there be a public transport system that is actually preferable to individual cars? Is it feasible to have privately owned vehicles indefinitely? Will the big aeroplanes become unfeasible and become legend?

I'd be interested, 75 year old me, to hear your observations on the matter.

Tuesday: 5/10, medium high
Wednesday: 4/10, super high
Thursday: 4/10, high
Friday: 4/10, medium high

cars and girls

...well, actually, no girls, unless you count me. However I am only one girl. And I don't drive - a nice little frustration which I will explain another time.

Am sipping on tea while I warily listen to the clatterings outside. I'm wondering when the concrete drills will start. Next door are having a drive put in, which is all well and good, but it makes the general parking problems we have here even more acute. The one space outside our house will become even more coveted, not least by us, as we don't have a drive, and the garage is too small. We tried once to get the car in, but I think the garages in front were built later, and now if you try, you can't get the right angle - there isn't the space, and the raised concrete in front of it means there is little room to manoeuvre. In practice, it's basically a concrete ramp, so you're either on it or you're off it. We have a bumper scratch as a memento of that attempt. Besides, even if you squeezed in there's a slight issue of how one would get out of the car. Anyway. So I'm waiting for the real noise to start. When the other side had their drive extended the drilling started just in time for my rest stop. Wahey.

I have to tidy up this drama sketch this morning. I think I'm trying to be too ambitious with it - I'll go for short and simple. It's an aid in a service; it's not meant to explain the entire Easter story.

Kaye left early yesterday. Had a nice time with her here. Felt quite shoddy and tired all day yesterday, however. Don't feel quite so bad this morning, which is a relief. I was literally having trouble holding my head up yesterday. Everything felt heavy with fatigue, and all my glands decided it was a good day to swell up. Joyous.

I have been putting off ringing the CFS service for some time. My last occupational therapist, Lizzy, was only temporary. We were having phone contact until the end of last year, but now she's left. She said that a new OT would be in touch in January...hmmm.... I know you get left to your own devices after a few follow up phone calls, so I'm not complaining about that, but I do want to know if I'm supposed to have any more, or if I'm on my own. I'm going to have to ring and ask, saying, 'I'm sorry, I just want to know if you're planning to ring me or not'. I could try and do it this morning. Maybe.

Maybe I'll do it now.

Album of the Moment: David Gray, Life in Slow Motion
Currently (re)reading: John Grisham, The Street Lawyer