Hoping for Sleep

 

Hello everyone. How are you? We are doing ok. Plymouth has just turned a bit warm, but we have spent the last few days under a mist that could easily have been hiding a whole host of zombies. (see above) I walked to work one day this week, and I was soaked when I got there. It wasn't raining - just really misty. Anyway, it's boiling today, and I am here for it. Sorry if it is not nice where you are.

I wagged church this morning because I was absolutely shattered. Firstly, our building is having problems with the fire alarm system, which meant that it went off on Friday night at 11pm, 2.15 am and 4am.  It also went off this morning at 5am. It's really loud - it literally hurts your ears, and we are supposed to traipse out of the building in our pyjamas and stand in the park opposite, which literally no one is doing now. On one of the false alarms, three fire engines showed up - populated by lots of ratty fire officers who made it quite clear that they had better things to do. We have reported it until we are blue in the face, but nothing is happening. I have just sent a very stroppy email to the building managers informing them (along with other residents) that if they don't sort it, we will all be using hammers to get them off the wall. Are Christians allowed to be this stroppy? Too late, I'm afraid. 

Then, on top of everything else, Radio Cornwall wanted to do an interview with me about accessibility issues - at 7AM! This meant that, after being woken up three times in the night, I had to set an alarm for 6.15 so that I at least sounded vaguely coherent at that time of day. I got through it. Don't bother chasing it on BBC Sounds - it was 5 minutes long. I think I answered three questions, which were quite difficult, I thought. "What one thing would help disabled people most, do you think?" What? Then, before I knew it, the lady on the radio had moved on and was playing "Disco Inferno". I don't think that Emily Maitlis will be losing any sleep about the competition. I'll be honest, I went back to bed. 

Today is Father's Day, and with apologies to those who didn't have good fatherhood experiences. I just wanted to say Happy Father's Day to HOH. Neither HOH nor I had great fatherhood experiences. Both our Fathers had "interesting" approaches to being Dads. As I have said before, they were parenting in different times, I suppose. 

Still, he was determined to do things differently, and I think we, as his family, have benefited from that.

He puts up with a lot. I love football, and he doesn't, so he is finding this current time on TV quite trying (I hardly think it is my fault that there is nothing else on the telly), and he likes TV where it's a race against time to get a kidnapped woman out of a glass tube before her kidnapper comes back and saws her ears off - and I don't. But, we seem to be doing ok so far on the old fatherhood/motherhood thing - as I said - so far.

A brief word about the book I have read this week. Look - I'm not proud of it, but there you are - can I help it if I am naturally curious?. If it's any comfort, I didn't finish it. What a horrible couple of grifters. The book is one disgusting story after another about money-grabbing, getting people to give them free holidays, sleeping with everyone they bump into, and all the while treating their staff like rubbish and insisting that everyone address them by their full titles. And all this is before we take into account their association with New York paedophiles. Those poor girls. And to think that everyone thought that he was quite the glamorous prince when he came back from the Falklands.

So I threw this to one side and read the latest Richard Osman. I always like a Richard Osman. I know people say they are all the same, but I think they are done very well, and I like them. The film, however, was rubbish and I will not be dissuaded from this view. (Although the women were good). Right then. Time for a sleep catch-up - hopefully. Have a good week and try not to get overheated.