Yesterday I heard someone say that Art was showing off for introverts. I’d never heard that expression before, but it exactly describes how I feel.

Then I thought maybe writing a blog was ” making oneself heard” for introverts. Being able to say exactly what I want without interruption or discussion.

However, it had been one of those nights when I didn’t feel as if I’d slept at all.

My hair needed washing and then I decided I’d better get more paracetamols and if I felt okay then I’d go to the supermarket.  After that if I felt unwell/ tired/ whatever, at least I’d have supplies.

Walking up town was okay. What a difference 10 degrees makes. And a breeze.

After buying enough paracetamols to last 4 or 5 days if I still need them I felt much safer. The supermarket  was downhill so I headed there.

First on my list was lemonade. I was dreaming about it last night.  Then I found carrot crisps. My favourite sweets had been moved to beside the till so I got 2 packets and I bought more sweet potatoes incase they stop stocking them again.

I walked home fairly slowly.

I’m not sure if I’m a bit of a hypochondriac and fusspot, but being ill by myself reminds me that I’m all I’ve got and I’d better take care of myself.

Back home without any particular ill effects, I had some carrot crisps , a couple of glasses of lemonade and an episode of Midsomer Murder and felt good.

It was forecast to be quite hot today so last night I put my quilt to soak in a big basin in the  shower.

This was probably not one of my better plans.

Once it got suitably hot outside I attempted to lift the quilt out , after half heartedly spraying it with the shower hose.

It was far to heavy, unwieldy and awkward to manage.

Eventually I pulled it out of the basin and dragged it across the floor and out the door and nearly fell over trying to drape it over the clothes airer where the water ran off it in rivers. Then I had to mop up the floor.

By lunch time a lot of it was dry and I hung it on the washing line to finish drying.

It smells nice. I assume it may be a little cleaner. It’s back on the bed now.

I must definitely  be feeling better as I also cooked a whole lot of chickpeas as well as 4 lunches which are now all in fridge and freezer.

I’ve also tidied up the rest of my flowers.

I didn’t have any energy left  for painting.

Now it’s wine time and another episode of Midsomer  Murders. 

Cheers🍷🍷