I feel as though I’ve slipped into another dimension.
Yes, I’m aware that I very often slip into different dimensions courtesy of the Mansion, but this time it’s different. Things seem different. In real life.
I mean, Black Friday for instance. What’s that all about? I know what Black Friday is from things I’ve seen over in the USA, but it’s something we don’t ‘do’ over here in the UK. Well, never hardly did, anyway.
I caught the news earlier, which showed footage of people fighting over goods that stores had on sale at reduced prices. One image showed a woman down on her knees clutching a boxed television at one side, and a family hanging onto the box at the other. Extra security was needed at certain stores, such was the consumer ‘demand’.
I blame the stores myself. Them or greed, one or the other. It isn’t as though we don’t have sales at any other time of the year; certain sofa retailers are always advertising the last few days of their sales… and we have Boxing Day coming up, which is traditionally the day for big sale events here in the UK. I wonder if the stores will now do away with that. Somehow, I doubt it.
Anyway, I gripe.
From my other dimension.
I’ve not had a great amount of time to get onto the blog, let alone write anything, visit, comment or reply to comments, such is the way at present. I wouldn’t be surprised if the remaining fine folk who follow me decide to abandon ship as well. I couldn’t blame them, as I’m hardly doing anything to keep them coming back at present, but I’ll try my best every now and again.
Like this fine post, groaning and grumbling. Sigh.
And things just don’t get any better. Oh no.
For the past few weeks, I’ve developed ailments. Three of them, all at the same time. Sigh. Again. Deep sigh, in fact.
Ailment One started out as a small dose of Athlete’s Foot (what with me being of the fine athletic type and all that) which is rapidly developing into Footrot or Athlete’s Leg or something equally uncomfortable. It’s being treated, and clearing up. Slowly.
Ailment Two is a whopping great blain on my right eye. I’m treating that with eye ointment, but I almost used Athlete’s Foot cream on it the other day which probably wouldn’t have done me any favours. I might have been the first to suffer from Athlete’s Eye, which is something I’d rather not be recognised for.
Ailment Three, I feel, has been brought about by all the bending and stretching I’m needing to do caused by Ailment One: a bad back (Told you I was athletic!) – actually a really bad back. It’s fine when I lie down, but I can certainly feel it when I do anything else. It saps my strength when I go to do anything, so I’m worn out after applying the creams, potions and lotions needed for all my ailments at present, back included.
Not one to go from bad to worse, I’ll just add that the weather’s changed over here. It changes every day at present, what with Winter being here now, but the other morning was the first frosty morning for this time of the year. My car was frozen solid when I approached it.
Luckily, I had some de-icer in my car, so, in the dark, I carefully found the nozzle, pointed the can to the windscreen, and promptly squirted the contents into my eye. The bad one.
I just let the tears clear that away as I continued to clear the ice away. I was in too much pain with my back to feel the eye, and the tears had plenty of time to clear (and hopefully heal) the inner eye as I limped around the car. Luckily, the limping prevented me from rushing around the car, and therefore slipping on any ice (black or otherwise). That would have been all I needed. That was Tuesday, I think.
Imagine if I’d slipped on black ice on Black Friday in my condition. The air would have been bl… ue… hehehe.
So. ‘Back’ to me (hehehe!). Sigh.
I’m still not blogging as often as I’d like to. I have things going on in real life which kind of prevent that.
I don’t mind if you think I’m trapped in some hidden room in the Mansion somewhere; wading waist-deep through some crystal-clear waters off a beach on an abandoned tropical island paradise; or just reclining by the Lake in the Grinds sipping a lemonade or two (freezing my ailments off)… at least they’re still possible reasons why I’m away. And they all sound better than a bad back at any means.
I hope to be back in my normal dimension soon… I know I keep saying it, but I do hope it. Without hope, there’s nothing, right? I just need patience…
Until my return… Feel Good! (Or at least think of me and my ailments and feel better, anyway!)
The Mansionic Perspective 
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