Oh sweet kettle, you served me well

How can anyone feel so upset about throwing away a kettle? So much so that they wanted to fish it back out the dustbin to say goodbye properly to it, which includes a kiss?!
But believe it or not, I had to fight back the urge to do so about midnight. I even kept looking out the window at the dustbin.
I think maybe it was because it was the first thing I brought when I moved into the tiny little flat in Witham, which was my first home on my own after my divorce and although it's still working, it's leaking water and a few little cogs have fell out over the years and even I know that's not safe.
Or it could be the way I just chucked it in the dustbin without a second glance, well actually that's not true, because as soon as I saw it land upside down in the bin and put the lid down, I realised I hadn't said goodbye properly.
I blame my drugs and that I am an emotional half wit at the moment. I either show no emotion or I worry about the smallest of things.

I don't think all is well again in my body, as I am fighting this cold with Vitamin C, zinc and omega 9,999,99 oils! I have kept it at bay so far, but my eyes are sore, ok that could be the oxygen blast that I had in them for hours the other night when my nose specs slipped.
The roof of my mouth is itching non stop and I look like a turkey where I keep rubbing it with my tongue.
My nose is itchy and sore. I woke up with an awful blocked nose at 4am and when I blew it, I was rewarded with a lovely nose bleed again.
And food tastes crap. Worse still is the brandy and lemonade that I'm drinking now, tastes metallic! Woe is me anything but my brandy for Pete's sake.

I went out to buy some bits after my good friend Stella came over and gave my bungalow a birthday and cleaned it within an inch of it's life through out. Hence how I came about a new kettle. And a new hoover and wallpaper for my hallway. My friend rather thought it would look like a tarts boudoir with my mauve and silver wallpaper. Perhaps I shouldn't have made these purchases while feeling for lack of a better word... odd.
I later went to see Carmen at the cinema, yep I know that's a odd combination, but it's bounced live from the Opera House in London. You could tell it was live, as Carmencita was having trouble with her comb in the scene leading up to her murder. I know it has a proper name and far more glamorous then 'a comb', but I am suffering quite badly from brain freeze today, but quite possibly I will remember what is is at 4am.
I have a feeling that people in the cinema audience, thought they were sitting next to a heavy breather too at one point, but yep, it was yours truely.
Must go now, as got to say my goodbyes and my goodnight to my kettle.

Lots of love Debbie x