24 HOURS LATER

Is the length of time since I last wrote and not as I erroneously thought the title of a film dealing with some death dealing virus. Which should not be confused with this countries current political leadership. Nothing much has happened in this time, at least not here. Plenty has happened elsewhere. If you don’t believe me, switch on the news and you can find out for yourself. The same shit different day approach can be viewed as being quite cynical, but it is actually pretty accurate. Anyway.

For many years I have had what seems to be pressure in my left ear, like pressure build up and rumbling sensations. It was first noticed when I took up regular cannabis use and has continued ever since. It is still with me today, despite having quit weed and all its derivatives. It causes no serious discomfort if any and recent research tells me it might be Tinnitus and or Menieres disease, except I don’t have vertigo, so perhaps it is something else. Either way, there does not seem to much that can be done for it. Perhaps I simply ought to ask for it to leave, to pack its bags and go. A bit like getting rid of an unruly house guest, who has out stayed there welcome. Either way, an explanation from a Doctor is probably not necessary and I have seen enough of them recently. I do not wish to bother them if I do not need to. To warrant medical intervention, it has to be painful or downright unpleasant, maybe both, hopefully neither. Like in the case of needing a letter or other document explaining something, easy stuff you know.

I banged out 2,000 words or so yesterday afternoon and am grateful for it, my decision to change tack proved to be a wise choice and today I am editing through and tidying things up. My usual editor is off sick and I am trying not to disturb her too much work wise. Apart from that I did a load of painting last night, am eating well and have found the new occupation of Dog walker. Or should that be at least one dog, whether I chose to make it a career move is another matter altogether, which is probably not. I am, as many of you who visit here on a regular basis am really a cat person. They are unobtrusive, reward you with cold stares and walk away when you want to pet them, then lick your hand straight after licking their backsides. They are my kind of animal, they keep me company at night, crap in the corner to show their displeasure and refuse their food on a whim. Sometimes they even bring me presents, like rats and then vomit where you are most likely to step in it. This is what cat ownership is about and it is nothing to sneeze about. The rest is sheer unadulterated joy and unconditional love. The washing is now out on the line and drying, another load is in the machine and I need a cup of tea and a biscuit or two. Then I guess it will be dog walking time and then lunch.

FELINE GOOD