Prisoner 21081956

Day two of being semi retired and having to get up early on yet another freezing cold morning.

I do appreciate the fact the my bathroom is being painted and this is included in my rent, so no extra charge, but isn't it sod's law they have to come on the day when it's so cold that the Met office have been given out weather warnings non stop?
Take one pair of knackered lungs, a chest infection on top, freezing cold weather, not using a low odour paint but one that has added nasties to kill any mildew and you have a recipe for a very uncomfortable couple of days and nights until the smell has gone.
To pass the time and trying to distract myself enough to keep myself warm with the front door open, I decided to look up about hedgehogs and feeding advice in general. Found a really cute website with pink daisies and sweet little hedgehogs all over it and sprung back in horror from it, complete with a hand over mouth action.
I am a murderer.
In bold red capital letters with not one, but double astrix either side of the writing it said
**DO NOT FEED ON BREAD AND MILK** I have killed it with my ignorant kindness. Somewhere there isn't a hedgehog curled up in a ball, blissfully sleeping off a large serving of Ready Brek and brown bread thinking I'll visit that lovely lady again in the Spring, which was what I was hoping; but a hedgehog curled up with severe stomach pains and diarrhea and I did that to the poor little thing and it's probably now frozen in a painful death. This chest infection is my karma I guess.
Luckily tonight I went to my old house for my ex's birthday meal, which Oliver and myself jointly cooked. And it was freezing in there. I forgot how my ex didn't like the central heating being on and even more so since he had a huge bill last year. This was after I convinced him it was cheaper to keep the house heated all the time on a steady heat, then to keep trying to heat up an old house. He got a quite warm house, but a £300 plus bill too for his trouble and remembered that my 'you should do this' was one of the reasons that he probably wanted to divorce me for!
There was no heating on at all upstairs and when I needed to go to the loo before going home, I decided to clench my buttocks and risk the journey home and go then in the warmth of bathroom even though it stunk of paint!
I suppose if I think back to being a teenager, actually no because that house was the first one we had with central heating; that was how we lived and we survived. Lots of layers in the daytime, thick nighties and hot water bottles by night.
No wonder I have a knackered chest!

Lots of love Debbie x