I was in bed at a reasonable time last night, watching a Bulldog Drummond film, when I fell asleep after about 10 minutes or so.
And that was my lot until about 06:30. I slept right through everything and didn’t feel a thing.
Even better, after I’d been for a stroll down the corridor, I went straight back to sleep and that was that until the alarm went off at 08:00. Totally painless, I have to say and I felt so much better after that.
The coffee at breakfast was the best yet and so even though it’s not a Sunday I treated myself to a second mug and took it back to my room. It went down a treat while I was having a play around on the laptop.
I managed to go out to buy my lunch but it was touch and go because we had a rainstorm at lunchtime. It just held off long enough for me to nip out and back – and I forgot to buy any pudding. I fancied one of these sliced spicy cakes the same that I bought at the hospital the other day. But there you go, I suppose. I’ll have to remember for tomorrow. I wonder what it would be like with some vanilla-flavoured soya dessert.
Tonight, though, I wasn’t so lucky and I was caught in a rainstorm. It’s not the first time that it’s rained while I’ve been here, but it’s the first time that I’ve been caught in it. With having no cash handy, I had to go to the bank and on the way back I stopped at the fritkot for a veggieburger and chips. And although it was totally delicious, I didn’t realise that they put tomato sauce on the burger and I hate that. But I’ll remember that, and tell them next time that I go there, because there will indeed be a next time. I certainly had my money’s worth at €5:00.
And so tomorrow, I’m starting house-hunting. I need to find a place to live and to find one quickly. The girl at the Social Services seems to have run aground in her efforts and my communications with her today have been a bit, well, difficult.
It looks like I’m on my own.
But I’m not in a very good humour today. In fact, I’m feeling a little depressed. As I started typing this, it was four years to the very minute that I was landing at Montreal airport on my way to an icebreaker out in the Gulf of St Lawrence.
What has depressed me is that it’s usually about now that I’m planning my autumn adventures in Canada. But God knows when I’m going to get there again.
