Drugs.
Evening!
ARGH! I need a desk or something.. I just can’t get comfortable sitting on my bed with just a bean-bag lap-desk to put my computer on! UGH! How does the universe expect me to write masterfully when I’m uncomfortable?! Hmm, Universe? How exactly?! But we’re talking some serious renovations, house-wise though, because I want a big old Victorian-esque desk! :D Please?
Anyway.. I walked into my bedroom just now to discover it smelt like Calpol. Remember that? :D god.. it tasted so nice. I remember vividly the day I was told I was too old to have regular Calpol but had to have the “Big Boys Calpol” which was orange, I think, and tasted foul. But the lovely, lovely purple Calpol. Oh how I miss thee. But why in Gods name does my bedroom smell of it?! Usually it’s manly smells like old socks or whatever was left from the lunch I had three weeks before which had started to fester in the windowsill. Luckily the smell has dissipated somewhat since I’ve been in here.. back to old socks and smoke from a BBQ someone is having.
One of the strangest smells in the house is the bathroom. Don’t look at me like that I’m not being disgusting because our bathroom on occasion smells like weed.. whenever I’ve been around weed (and the one time I’ve actually partaken) it smells like stewed tea-bags and thats what our bathroom smells like. I can’t work out why or what is producing the smell (whether its toilet cleaner or the stuff dad uses to clean the walk-in shower) so I can only assume someone in the house (and its not me :( ) is smoking weed in our bathroom… my vote is mum.. not for any particular reason but the mental image of mum off her tits on wacky-backy is HILARIOUS. Just imagine a younger version of Dame Judi Dench off her fun-bags and you’ve pretty much got the same image as me. :P
I feel like I should be telling you ‘Don’t Do Drugs’.. I don’t know why.. it must be my maternal instincts kicking in but to be honest I’m not going to. I won’t say everyone has done it but there’s always some opportunity for us to do it and if we take it then we take if we don’t then, surprise surprise, we don’t. We’re all adults (except for the children, obviously) and we’re all able to make our own decisions. So there. Sod off and take you’re holier than thou attitudes with you.. go on. :P
Going back to medicine again.. do you remember the banana flavoured antibiotics they used to give us as kids? Mmm. I don’t really like the taste of banana flavoured things anymore but I remember loving that. As a child (up until I was about 13 or so) I used to go to the Doctor a lot… I had something undeveloped in the ole noggin.. the bit that was able to regulate my temperature so if I got an infection (anything from colds to sore throats to upset stomachs), my temperature would shoot up at a 100 mph and my brain would shut down and I’d have a fit. There’s gaps in my childhood memories or strange memories that when I’ve spoken to mum and dad about it it turns out that I’d had a fit during that night but can’t remember it… things like going to Yorkshire for the half-term, I was feeling a bit poorly on the way up, remember having some beans on toast cuz I didn’t fancy anything else and then nothing. Turns out I had two massive fits during the night (the day before my birthday :( ) and all I can remember is waking up in my mum and dads room the next day and wanting to go out in the snow. Boo. I also remember going to bed some nights and thinking that if I didn’t think about having a fit then I’d have one during the night so I didn’t have to go to school.. didn’t work tho. LOL. From what I’ve been told about these episodes I actually used to make a lot of noise (mostly jibberish) and to this day, bearing in mind I’m nearly 28, mum will insist I leave the door open so she can hear me when I’m asleep. Bless her cottons.. well when she’s not off her tits on weed obviously! :P
Squish.
