The Coffee Without The Birthday Cake

If we were having a coffee this week, I’d be apologising for the delay by offering you a slice of birthday cake with it.  Actually, come to think of it, I didn’t get a birthday cake.

I went and got my blood test results this week and they showed nothing that could be a contributing factor to my recent apathy.  There were a few outlying results but nothing to be worried about.  To be honest, the most worrying thing for me was when she said that one was low but “that could just be how you are because it’s always low”!  I trust that my GP knows more than I do but to a layperson one would think that that would be the time to do something about it.

I remember having to tell someone at work that I had a bit of a fuzzy head at one point but I think my readiness for a break was perfectly shown on Friday morning when I went to get a coffee from the canteen at work.  I had the cup of coffee in my left hand, and decided to check the time on my watch on my left wrist.  I don’t have the anatomy let alone the dexterity to rotate my forearm and leave my hand level.  I felt a bit of an idiot as the coffee hit the floor despite being fairly impressed that I’d managed to get myself out the way of it.

On Friday night, one of my friends was out with a girl he’s been trying ever so hard with for quite a while, with no success.  I know both of them and would say that they aren’t particularly well matched, but I’m not exactly an expert.  They’d gone out and he was planning on driving home but quickly decided he wanted to have a drink.

He rang me and asked if I could move his car (he knew I was out too).  Figuring that some Dutch courage might be exactly what he needed, I picked up his keys and took his car to her place.  I parked it awkwardly, locked it, and put the keys through her letter box, thinking that it would then be very reasonable for her to invite him in.

A few hours later – “where are my car keys?”

“I put them through the letter box.  I made sure the dogs couldn’t get them!”

“You ****! [Her] house key is in my car.”

Apparently “that’s made my night” wasn’t the right reply.  It had done, though.

So, as I alluded to, it has been my birthday.  I went out for it on Saturday afternoon, with the idea that we’d start in the afternoon by sitting outside in the sunshine before moving on.  At 9pm, with the sun having gone behind the buildings and most of my friends having gone to other plans and the remainder of the attendees having, for some reason, moved to another table or talking to me about investment properties, I decided to call it a night and went to get something to eat.

The sibling with whom I share a birthday decided not to.  Feeling the effects of a 17 hour session, they cancelled the rest of the birthday plans on Sunday which somewhat irritated me because they did it at a point in time that didn’t leave an option to do anything else.  It kinda felt that my birthday was ruined by one person just wanting to get absolutely leathered.

Birthdays are a bit like New Year to me.  I’m apathetic towards them until they’re rubbish, and then wish they were better.

I’m commencing two weeks off work to spring clean.  I was trying to set some ground rules for myself.  The best I can come up with is that if a mother-in-law would not approve, I need to do something about it.  If it’s a thing and she wouldn’t disapprove but I have no-where to put it, it goes.  It’s working so far.

I hope you enjoyed your week.

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