Peeewarp weeeeeeeeep! (Only dogs can hear this)

While a shrill, teeth onedging screech goes on outside(or me tinnitus has bought a new amp), I sit and spill.

Things being as they are, I find I need to apologise again for being
"shite to reply".

Ker-rist! Even me wordplay has shrivelled up due to lack of use!

Been definitely down and out for a while now, my gp is chasing up some
form of therapy for me (I've had 2 calls this week from him checking
on progress), may have to change tabs, and have disappeared up me own
kazoo.

Sleep is now like tartare sauce, as I only get it in little packets,
usually while in a cafe, and it gives me weird dreams. Also, it has
green bits which I suspect are gherkins.

Booze is not the constant evening companion it once was, but I still
like to knock my kidneys sideways at least once a week. Thursdays I meet with Chris, Adam and sometimes Dave or others and we put the world to rights and argue in the approved "Pub-talk" stylee. London Pride is a distant memory as we all drink Discovery now, a blonde with a fluffy head, though "fluffy" is not the word I'd use for mine this morn. Soiled, would be one. Claggy, might be another. Pebble-dashed goes some way towards it.

Feeling as I do, and spraining my ankle a week or two ago, I don't get out as much as I should, walking a friend's dog and trying find things I've lost while walking her is the most exercise I get. That's her at the top, by the way. Sexy bitch!

Pain is currently worse than before as I am doing little jobs around
the house, plus have found a game online where I can shoot zombies for
abou 15 minutes. This is good as my concentration span has decreased
and I find it hard to...what's that smell? Why are my legs there?

I have finally got my subscription to Fortean Times sorted, I think. I
have a brown corduroy cap that looks better on me than it ought to, a
cool walking jacket, a hydration unit, a pile of birch logs from
Sutton Park and hope to finish the shed in the next 3-4 weeks, so
Autumn doesn't look too bad. As long as I have no troubles with me
nuts, Winter should be quite cozy too.

My friend Dave, who I lived with before, has moved into a house 3
doors down so "hilarious" Terry and June style fun is never far away.
Last week, I helped him fix a leak in his kitchen sink! Yeah, crazy,
or what! Next month we'll be checking local council smoke regulations
for a bonfire we might have! Zany, us?