The day before Christmas eve

I have just been clearing my desk got stuck and have been contemplating the dust and crap left behind, ow I want to go to the gym and avoid cleaning the health hazard left behind. In the meantime I am working out how to bunk off the stupid video call I have to endure later on this morning. I am stuck for inaction, want to do plenty but nothing and am feeling rather buoyed up by a couple of things as well as weighed down by a couple of others. Perhaps if I get out of the house I will cure the malaise, there is definitely a Cornish Pastie or other delight waiting for my hungry belly over at the bakers. I do not really need to go to the gym, not any weight training as my shoulder is niggling a bit. The Stepping machine is bothering me a little bit, it is a weakness and I do not like that. Using excuses such as walking up and down the bloody things all day does not cut the mustard one bit. One excuse soon leads to another and soon they all pile up and create blockages I do not need, personal discipline is all good and fine, video interviews are not. Perhaps I should just go straight afterwards and say to hell with it, the exercise will blow the cobwebs away and I can work on the rowing machine too. ( Another bogey) Whichever and whatever fresh air and exercise are good for the mind, body and spirit and it is important to replace the junk food and other crap that have recently been kicked out of my diet. A small if not rather loud voice is demanding I sweep, polish, vacuum and a bunch of other shit, wrapping presents also comes into this equation, all of them are ridiculous, the house is tidy enough, the gifts are already in little packages and I am lazy enough not to want to fiddle around with sticky tape and scissors for ever how long that operation might take.

Elsewhere the heating has been mended after several weeks of intermittent and somewhat temperamental behaviour. The engineer came out poked and prodded, doing his stuff, the boiler despite being 40 odd years old is still in working order. One day it will be an antique and worth fuck all, at the moment it is priceless and worth every unit of calorific value it belches out. I do not mind the cold especially when it is outside, if it is inside I get a little peeved. If it is warmer outside than it is inside then I get really peed off, neither do I like things that do not work when they are supposed to. This last really gets me and I can become paranoid or whatever the word is, thinking there is a conspiracy afoot. This is when all the other ideas pop into my head, featuring deathly disaster a new ice age and sabre toothed Tigers with Woolly Mammoth turds on my lawn. Ok this last is an exaggeration and is something found in the minds of the hysterical climate change brigade. It is most unlikely sabre toothed tigers and large woolly Elephant like creatures will come trampling through Oxford any time soon. There is more chance of our political leaders speaking the truth and doing as they say they would in their manifesto pledges. It is not very warm here, in fact it is piss cold. This winter weather does nothing to improve the situation at all, in fact it just makes it worse. I shall be glad when the whole Christmas thing is over too. In the meantime Tucker the kitten is enjoying the tree or rather the baubles on the tree. He is learning to dislodge and chase them around the living room, this is when he is not stealing the bread.

Right I have to prepare for mental buggery, after that I will probably be hungry as it getting towards that time of day. No doubt after that there will be other things to occupy my mind. A very merry Christmas to you all.