{"id":4562,"date":"2015-07-20T22:28:53","date_gmt":"2015-07-20T22:28:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=4562"},"modified":"2017-07-08T20:11:43","modified_gmt":"2017-07-08T20:11:43","slug":"monday-20th-july-2015-i-have-never-felt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=4562","title":{"rendered":"Monday 20th July 2015 – I HAVE NEVER FELT …"},"content":{"rendered":"

… so bad as I felt this morning. <\/p>\n

There was no alarm call in the room this morning so I was quite surprised to be awake and sitting up on the edge of the bed at 07:40. But never mind getting up – the way that I was feeling, I was ready to crawl straight into the grave and I wouldn’t have cared at all. You would never ever have thought that I had had a really early night either.<\/p>\n

Mind you, I had been on my travels during the night. Back in Brussels in fact, and I was back working at the EU which had somehow managed to transport its offices to Boulevard Reyers. I had a ground-floor two-bedroom flat somewhere in a traditional built-up area such as that on the bottom end of the Avenue Moli\u00e8re. Two-bedroom, it was, and a typical 1920s “3 pi\u00e8ces en enfilade”<\/em>, but tidy as it might have been, the two bedrooms were under renovation so I had my double bed in the kitchen. This was rather inconvenient when I invited a young lady from the office back to my apartment to stay the night, but nevertheless, she came and stayed, and I was quite happy. Next morning, who should I bump into but Nina, a girlfriend from way back in the early 1970s. She grabbed me and said something along the lines of “now that I’ve got you, I’m not ever going to let you go again” – rather inconvenient seeing as how I’d invited the other girl to a rock concert that night. So I asked Nina if she fancied going to the rock concert, to which she replied “no”, which took a weight off my mind so that I could carry on with my plans, but Nina then said “but we can do something else instead” – and that threw me back into an even more confusing situation.<\/p>\n

So with all of that, it’s no surprise that I was thoroughly out of sorts this morning.<\/p>\n

Anyway, to cut a long story short … "hooray" – ed<\/em> … after having an agonising couple of hours, I made a pot of coffee and drank it. And then I do have to say that I’ve never felt better after that. In fact I attacked a few things that had been built up for a while and dealt with them with gusto.<\/p>\n

After lunch, I attacked the ceiling in the shower room, now that I have bought the tongue and grooving. And I was glad that I had had that coffee, because it was a struggle. I had to –<\/p>\n