Penbleth

Where I work.

Also where the other inmates can wear penguin slippers and use my laptop. Apparently.

Day 22. February photo a day.

We’re going to inject you from this drip. You’ll feel the fluid go up your arm. It will make you feel warm and flushed. Your face will go red. You’ll feel it right down to your toes.

Oh … and … you’ll feel it down below.

I mean, you’ll feel warm and then you’ll think you’ve wet yourself. You won’t have, you’ll just THINK you have.

OK?

Ummm?

All this, just to see the veins in my brain?

Yes, I DID jump up and check at the end of the CT.

In a round about way I was compared to Edward VIII today. Well, an analogy was made that lead both the speaker and I to think of the King.

I laughed.

I went with, “I don’t think I’m quite Edward VIII.”

Mostly because, “no, I think I’m more Mary Queen of Scots”, wouldn’t have gone down too well.

Handwriting. Day 20. February photo a day.

Look at one of their doors, know they’re not behind it. Things I hate to do.

I’m a day late with this. February photo a day. Day 19.

Instagram proving yet again to be a world leader in blurry shots of roads and lights through grubby windscreens.

Drink. Day 18. February photo a day.

And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

Mostly because the last time I wanted a trip out I ended up in hospital.

Time. Day 17. February photo a day.

You ever think something is a good idea and then wonder why you’re showing your wrinkles to the Internet? C’est la guerre.

What do I care, I’m heavily medicated and listening to Bob Dylan.

That with the best will in the world the blossom bud in the first pic is NEVER going to open into a rose.

I’m nothing if not fair.

A new bud is always welcome, always lovely. It promises so much. Promises everything really.

To me it’s hard to beat the flower in full bloom. It’s time my soon come to an end but just this moment, now, it’s everything it will be.

Full, flushed, abundant.

New (bud). Day 16. February photo a day.

Phone. Day 15. Feb photo a day.

Also GPOYW.

“to make a mountain out of a molehill”

Have they never SEEN the internet?

Memories of earlier roses from a long, long time ago.

Hub: Someone was messing about with my computer.
Me: Were they?
Hub: It was you.
Me: I’ve done nothing.
Hub: huh
Me: ::manic cackling::
Hub: Someone put a dog on it walking backwards with glasses and a false nose.
Me: ::cackle, cackle, cackle:: It’s not a false nose.
Hub: It WAS you.
Me: I never touched it.
Hub: Someone did.
Me: Perhaps it’s Chrome’s Valentine’s present to you.
Hub: Put it back right.
Me: I didn’t do it.
Hub: 17 did, didn’t she?
Me: ::now in hysterics at his face::
Hub: I’ll fix it.
Me: Do you know how?
Hub: No. But I’ll find out.
Me: ::choking now::
Hub: ::massive pout::
Hub: Everywhere I go there’s always dogs’ arses.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

He came home from work with blue topaz earrings. They are lovely. I told him so.

It’s a wonder he didn’t call me a stone cold bitch. I opened the little box, looked at the earrings, said they were lovely and put the box back in its little bag.

They are lovely, I’m wearing them now. They probably cost a bit.

He had to go out. When he returned he had a dozen pink roses and a box set of Big Bang Theory. I adore Sheldon. I want to keep him and Leonard. I’d be good to them and I’m used to people with quirks, wouldn’t phase me in the least.

At first I only saw the flowers.

“You bought me roses”. ::squee::

So you can put me firmly in the column of those who love to receive flowers. It doesn’t matter that tomorrow they’ll be tired and the day after they’ll be done. I love them.

Plus, he’s far too good because I’d have had a major strop if my present had received the same initial reaction and I wouldn’t have gone to buy roses.

And now I’ve got the mandatory one out of the way for the day …

Heart. Day 14. Feb photo a day.