Hot and Cold

I wake up and am really warm in my bed. I get out of bed and am cold. I have a shower, parts of me under the water are warm, parts of me not under the water are cold. I get out of the shower and wrap big fluffy towel around me, I am warm. I have to remove towel to get dressed, I am cold. I get dressed, I am warm. I set out to work, it is cold outside therefore I am cold. During the walk to work I get quite warm. I get into the office. I am warm when I get in after the walk in. The office is a very cold place, before long I am cold. If my internal thermometer worked properly I feel this would not all be so much of a problem.

my face

I have some strange swelling going on just below and in front of my left. It is painful when I touch it or when I chew. Any ideas what it could be?

Sellotape and String

Last night I was commissioned for my new role. We sung a song. I had to make some promises, the people there promised to support me, and we said a prayer. Then the ministers from the supporting churches came and said nice things to me, and gave me good advice and useful pieces of scripture. Then people did praying for me and the volunteer team and the work. And then people did the whole laying on of hands things. This was OK because there was no one with really sweaty hands, and no one who shook me as they prayed. Then we sang a song. I couldn't really sing it properly. That was because the song was Come on and Celebrate. We used to replace 'celebrate' in this song with 'sellotape' and 'sing' with 'string'. The day before I had been talking to someone about this. That person was there and we caught each others eye as the words went up on the screen. This made me want to do a giggle, and then I couldn't sing the song properly.

The songs that were chosen were chosen in a very interesting way. We sang the songs that the guitarist could play, and that the words were on OHT for. Strangely enough the songs were still kinda fitting.

On Sunday I will go to another new church. I'm not finding this nearly as daunting or hard as I thought I would. I am finding not pubbing afterward an evening service a bit tricky though coz I miss the good company that can be found there (not that all of it is good you understand, just a select few.)

A visitor

On Monday I was going to be a good girl and get up early and get on with things. So I got up at 8 (that is early if you live in my world) and went to the bathroom so I could have a shower. In my bath (which the shower is over) was the biggest spider I have ever seen outside of a zoo. It had crawled up the side and was nearly at the cold tap. I am really not a spiders biggest fan. I stood and watched it for a little while and it didn't move, but I could tell from how high it was that it could easily get out of the bath if it wanted to. Having watched it for some time to check it wasn't going to make a quick escape anytime soon I went to find out what I might have that I could use to ensure that I no longer had the biggest spider I have seen outside a zoo in my bath. I found a can of wasp and fly spray. 'Wasps, flies, spiders, they're all basically the same thing,' I thought. So I sprayed a little bit on said spider. It made it crawl a bit, but had no difference. I sprayed a bit more. The force of the spray knocked it down into the bath, but other than that made no difference. The biggest spider I have ever seen outside of a zoo started to climb back up the side of the bath. 'Not so good,' thinks I. So I spray it again, this time a bit of a longer spray. This knocks it into the bath and makes it a little harder to move its legs. So I give it a really good long spray. Spider is now near the plug hole, and struggling to move quite a bit. But after a minute or so it is crawling slightly again. So another big long spray. Spider can still move its two longest legs, but nothing else. So I go and watch some Friends on the telebox, checking on it every so often. Before long it appears to be moving no longer. I watch some more Friends. So now I have an apparently dead extremely large spider covered in fly spray next to the plug hole of my bath (with a shower over it). 'What to do?' I wonder, this thing cannot remain in my bath. I cannot be certain it is dead. I cannot go near for though it appears to be dead, it remains a spider and a rather large one at that. So I boil the kettle and wash it away with that. My thinking being if it was not dead hopefully that will finish it off, and by pouring a large amount of water it will hopefully wash it down the plughole. This it did. I then boiled another kettle and sent it down the plug hole just to be sure. From that moment on the plug has remained in the bath plug (apart from when I need to drain the bath) to ensure that no more spiders come up it.