I’m one of those people who loves a good routine. No matter what the situation is, no matter where I am or what I’m doing I have to stick to the same routine. Otherwise I feel weird. Really weird.
I have a routine for doing housework. I have to get dressed before I open my curtains/blinds, then I make my bed before I hoover the floor. It just makes sense. Well, to me anyway.
I have to wash my hair on certain days in the week, not because I’m disgusting or anything, just because my hair needs washing on a Tuesday and Friday, and if I can’t do it on those days I genuinely get annoyed.
I have to have my dinner at 6pm even if I’m not hungry because that’s when I’ve always had dinner at home.
I always have to double check I’ve shut windows and locked doors before I leave the house.
I have to keep ALL the tabs and windows on my computer open, in the same places, just so I know where everything important is. Despite the fact I have all my open tabs and windows in my bookmarked favourites, I still need then open. I don’t know why either…
I am currently infected with something horrific
*cue dramatic music*
I know. Shocking.
I am the worst person when it comes to dealing with a cold. I don’t complain, I groan. A lot. Mainly about the fact that it stops me from being able to breathe like a normal functioning human being.
My breathing gets worse during the nights, I go from no pillows, to one, to two, to two at an angle, I end up sat bolt upright with two pillows and nothing helps. Nothing. So the best way to clear my nose is to go for a “walk around my room”. Which isn’t that strenuous as my room is tiny, so by “walk around” I actually mean “three paces backwards and forwards”. I would brave it and walk around the house but there may be murderers so I’ll stay in my locked room. You never realise how good breathing through your nose is until you can’t do it anymore…
Then there’s the shivering. I had one night where I was kept awake with violent shivering for three hours. THREE. I wasn’t even cold but I couldn’t stop shivering. My legs were in physical pain
I don’t know how a sore throat happens, or why, but I don’t like it. I am unable to swallow, drink, eat without feeling like there are shards of glass in my throat. And swallowing, eating and drinking are vital parts of living so basically my body is trying to murder me.
Thank you body, thank you so much.
So, autumn has arrived but it’s not as autumnal as I expected. When the 1st of October rolls around (or, as it appears to be this year, flies around making you feel like you’ve fallen through a wormhole into October missing out all the summer months), I get out my thick coats and jumpers and prepare for the layering. However this year I am confused. The wind is chilly, yet the sun is bright and hot. I’ve seen people in maxi skirts and thin jumpers, people in jeans and leather jackets, people with raincoats on. No one knows what to do. If I’m walking I get too hot in a coat so have to take it off, then as soon as I’ve taken it off the sun goes behind a cloud or the wind picks up and I’m cold, so I put my coat back on again.
Annoyingly my temperature troubles don’t end outside, they are also happening inside. Living in a student house means we haven’t put our heating on yet, which means our house is colder than it is outside when it’s sunny. My room faces the sun so I’m always quite warm when I’m in it, but in the kitchen I’m wearing two jumpers, it’s a nightmare.
I don’t know how to feel about all of this seasonal confusion, I love the sun, but I want to be able to know what I can wear without melting or freezing.
I’ve overheard other people talk about the weather too, they’ve described it as “fresh”. Fresh?! What does that even mean? If they’re referring to the wind that gives you goosebumps and the sun that makes your eyes water, unless you’re wearing sunglasses, but the chances are you’re going to be wearing a coat as well as sunglasses and sunglasses and a coat can be a strange combination, then yes, it’s VERY fresh.
Happy autumn everybody.
If you live in the England you’ll know that today we no longer get free plastic bags in supermarkets. The little, flimsy bags that rip when anything with a corner goes in and fly away in even the weakest breeze, are now worth 5p each. Don’t worry this post isn’t going to be a rant, I think it’s quite good we’re cutting down on the plastic bag waste. And anyway, we all have that one plastic bag with other plastic bags in, which are there for the small bins and just in case anything happened in life that requires 100 bags.
I’m guilty of saying “just in case” about a lot of things…
- I have a bag full of birthday cards just in case I need an emergency card, the same goes with wrapping paper, cellotape and scissors
- I take a coat and/or an umbrella with me everywhere I go, just in case it rains
- I take a drink and a snack with me in my bag, just in case I’m stranded outside
- I keep a supply of food and rink in m bedroom just in case I’m ever locked in my room
- I hoard boxes, ribbons, tissue paper, paint, paint brushes, just in case I’m ever in the mood to do arts and crafts
This can’t be just me? Can it?