Early December 2013 and some kind of bug struck. Saturday morning saw me feeling tired, more tired than normal, I put it down to hefting all the boxes on Friday afternoon. By the time I came back from my jaunt up the Big Hill with CJ to get the food shopping, tiredness had become a vaguely sicky feeling. Somehow I managed to ignore it long enough to make the lasagne and the pizza topping for the week but after that I retired to the sofa and dozed the afternoon and evening away. I hardly ate a thing all day, couldn’t even bear the thought of food. It was very unlike me.
10 December 2013
After a sickly feeling Saturday and a restless night I woke on Sunday feeling exactly the same, tired and with a real griping, unhappy feeling stomach. My sole achievement for the day was to put my clean laundry away and cook a mini roast for Commando and CJ. The only thing I ate all day was some toast and afterwards I felt worse so I’m thinking it was probably a bad idea. Even coffee held no appeal, which should give you some idea of how rubbish I felt. Where it came from or what it is remains a mystery but I’m hoping no one else gets it because I don’t want to be blamed or labelled a Typhoid Mary.
On Monday morning I did eat breakfast, just my normal granola. Afterwards I kind of wished I hadn’t. Unaccountably I also woke with a really painful right knee. It felt just like my left knee felt when I injured it on my Moonwalk training although quite how I could have injured my knee in my sleep beats me. Maybe it was down to the misty, frosty morning playing havoc with my old bones. What is going on? Was there some evil germ lying dormant in the dust of all those boxes I moved and rifled through on Friday? Maybe it’s some kind of booby trap laid by the old Agency Sales team before they were made redundant last year. Whatever it was I was a very sorry sight, limping about and looking, as Anika put it, ‘a very peculiar colour.’ Nothing like someone telling you you look ill to make you feel better eh?
The woman from Sparshot College was in the office, we met her at a job fair a few weeks ago and she may be able to arrange some government funded training courses for us. My interview was first and it mostly entailed talking her through my CV, which she called ‘impressive,’ filling in some forms and doing a test. The test was the scary bit because it was English (not at all scary) and maths (my bête noir). As it turned out I passed all the maths questions, mostly because they were all practical things, one was even telling the time (seriously?).
The Monday email mountain is now a thing of the past so it took me all of five minutes to go through my inbox. Everything that had come in just needed forwarding to Mr Haughty. I’m pretty sure he’s going to have his own email mountain to deal with every day from now on. After that I hobbled back up to the mezzanine to continue with the box sorting. From the rubbish I found, I’m pretty sure that the old Agency Sales people just threw everything into random boxes without looking at it. There were brochure requests, press trip requests, educational leaflets and press cuttings going back to 1997! Why would anyone keep all that junk?
There was nothing interesting in the slightest, just bags and bags of rubbish to take down to the skip in the car park. Still, I guess it is keeping me fit, even if my knee wasn’t happy about it. I’m beginning to wonder if Commando kicked me in the night, or maybe stamped on it. Of course he denies it.
The only upside to feeling rubbish all weekend was that I didn’t go walking along the shore to Hamble as I’d planned. Apparently, while I was snoozing on the sofa feeling sorry for myself on Sunday, a dog walker found some body parts washed up on the shore by the sailing club. Had I gone for a walk that could have been me strolling past the yacht club wondering what the mysterious objects were on the shore. It sounds like an episode of Bones and doesn’t even bear thinking about.
Apparently the police sealed the area off. So far no one knows if the remains are male or female but everyone seems to think it was some kind of tragic accident. Even so, I can’t imagine anything worse that stumbling over a hand, a foot or worse when having a nice stroll along the shore. Maybe I’ll give that route a miss for a while just in case anything else washes up.
The grumbly in my tumbly is a little better this morning although I’m still slightly afraid to eat much and there is a certain bubbliness going on I don’t like very much. The knee felt a little better this morning until I started out for work when it suddenly decided it didn’t like being walked on much. Of course, with my luck, the bus that arrived was the one that stops furthest from the office so I had about a mile to limp but it was through the parks so it’s not all bad.
If anyone has been wondering what happened to the brave little rhododendron that bloomed all through last winter, I checked it out this morning. Last time I looked it seemed pretty sick, probably close to death. Since then the park keepers have chopped it down and all that’s left is a sad little raggedy stump. Seems like it’s a bit of a metaphor for my job. Back last August the rhodo was flowering just as my job began, all through winter and into summer as my knowledge and love for the work grew so did the rhodo, flowering away long past the time when it should have been gone. Then it just kept going from strength to strength long after I thought it would have faded. Then, as things were looking bleak on the work front, the rhodo started looking sick too. Now it’s gone and so is my job. Still, wasn’t it beautiful while it lasted?
The colour in the parks this morning all came from leaves. The corkscrew hazel leaves are finally turning, a splash of yellow on the winding path. Behind it a cheeky seagull perched on Lord Palmerston’s head. Most of the colourful leaves are now on the ground and I couldn’t help stopping to take some photos, even though the knee wasn’t best pleased with the bending down. The grass is a carpet of browns, creams, yellows, reds and even purple with hardly any green in sight. The maple, that hung onto its flaming leaves so long finally seems to have let them fall, well most of them. A small patch next to the lamp post is still clinging on but I don’t think it will be for long.
With little in the way of work to do, today was mostly about clearing things out again. There were a few trips down to the giant bin with broken cardboard boxes and other recycling. As Alice was working away on her final flights lists along with Howard, Sue was busy with a guest speaker problem, Anika was madly working on the itineraries and no one else was in, it was all down to me. Getting huge wodges of cardboard into a very big bin with a lid that doesn’t want to stay up wasn’t easy, there were a couple of moments where I almost ended up in the bin with the boxes. Probably someone would have come looking for me eventually though. Probably…
Once I’d recovered I tidied up the big plastic crates we’re supposed to be putting the old box files, folders and things in. People have been putting things in them, or in their general direction but they were so piled up with random things stuff fell out every time anyone walked past. I hooked everything out and put it all back neatly, one crate for box files, one for folders and one for everything else. How long it will stay that way is anyone’s guess.
After that I sorted out the stationery cupboard. It’s a mess at the best of times but people have been stuffing in plastic wallets and files and rooting around for stuff since we’ve been clearing things out so it was a disaster. It took all afternoon and even then there is one shelf I still need to sort. You wouldn’t believe the things I found.
So that was my day. Not exactly productive but somehow satisfying to create order out of chaos. Wonder what tomorrow will bring?
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