Wednesday 25th Sept

I wake up and yesterdays’ insect bite is still irritating me. I have an enormous desire to scratch it, but I know that way lays possible infection. I get zero support from the family at breakfast who just tell me to “man-up”. I would but it is irritating, and I so want to scratch it. I spend most of the day in my “It ain’t half hot mum“ shorts again, not a picture of sartorial elegance.

After the days ironing, which I must say I think I’m actually getting quicker at, and as there have been less complaints recently, I might even be getting better at too, it’s time for tea. Mrs P made chilli last night and so I only have to boil some rice, and heat up the chilli, nice and easy. I’ve taken to mixing my chilli with dollops of sour cream and crushing in tortilla chips, delicious. So nice in fact, that I go for a second bowl, and there’s the problem. I’ve overeaten. What should be a pleasure becomes a pain, in this case a stomach pain. Echoes of Christmas Dinner syndrome. On the bright side, it takes my mind off my insect bite.

Mrs P and the youngest go out to watch a football match, and the eldest goes to visit her friend in hospital, leaving me in on my own for part of the evening. This is definitely not normal. I’m used to being on my own during the day, but not in the evening. No reason they should be any different, maybe it’s just the dark outside, but it doesn’t feel right. Not helped by the fact we have 100 television channels, and nothing worth watching on any of them.

Yours philosophical as ever.

Jay