The toilet roll police

I have come to the conclusion that I hate Mondays, as they are just non-stop.
Ok the first part was purely me needing to go to town to get a hair colour and then actually applying it, but the whole experience was peppered with people telephoning me or people delivering stuff that then needed to be sorted out.

One of the telephone calls was one of my physios, asking what was I doing as my stats were low and my heart rate was up too much again and I tried hard to make her believe me that I had been honestly taking it easy over the weekend. I know I had gone to the 'Greek night', but I was only sitting there in the restaurant.

The delivery was from the candle party with every one's orders for their gardens at long last. The firm isn't the easiest to sort the orders out from and they include so much packing on each item.
It's amazing how knackered I can get from just putting polystyrene shapes in a dustbin bag from the rather large box and I was sitting on the floor doing the deed.
I am so pleased that the recycling is being picked up tomorrow, as not only have I two bags of recycling, but one huge box from my new TV, one big box from the fire pit and now a huge box full of smaller boxes from the candle party.
I only carried them out to the front gate and I was annihilated and needed to lay down in a darken room.

The strangest part of my day was as I sat on the loo reading the information 'how we make our toilet rolls so soft' from the back of the bumper bag of recycled loo rolls, when I realised that I had just been told off by a toilet roll.
In one of the speech balloons on the back of the bag, it said that they have to remove all the staples (thank goodness for that, as that could be very nasty) and the cellophane windows from letters, that naughty people... i.e. me... who are too lazy to remove and leave in when recycling. Well there you go, I'm good, but I obviously ain't perfect!

After a rehab session, a quick supermarket shop, checking on mother, handing over candle party stuff while making cups of tea and then finally cooking my tea, I got to eat at 9.30pm while ignoring my phone that was constantly ringing.
Now, could this be why my heart rate is up, do you think?????
Bugger off world and leave me alone!

Lots of love Debbie x