Near Death

Last night I choked on a lightly spiced potato wedge - it was my own fault for being lazy and buying frozen food - I managed to dislodge it just in time - I was pretty shook up afterward. It's a bit like the time I got locked in a cupboard under the stairs with a live power cable - or managed to nail myself to a 6 foot joist in an empty house where nobody knew I was.... I have a history of near death experiences.... I probably only have about 3 lives left.

The COOP has now given up on real food - it's rare to fine vegetables or fruit of any edible quality - it's just booze, biscuits and white bread. Having to shop else where is a logistical nightmare and just makes my already difficult life harder.

It's cold, wet, windy and dark. It seems much worse than last year already. The country park is already descending into sludge and worse is forecast for tonight. I usually 'get in' to winter quite quickly - but this year seems horrible.

It's evening class number 6 tonight, then only 3 more to go. I am really not enjoying it - despite the fact that they are all lovely and doing really well - but not getting paid really grates and I'm starting to resent it. I also really miss the money.

Nearly go into a row online with someone who was trying to defend Downton Abbey - she thought it was the best thing since sliced bread and rattled off all her perceived qualities - I managed not to raise to the bait - I must be mellowing in old age - I thought it was excruciating.

Lack of daylight is making me really tired all the time - even with the extra exercise and trying to eat better. Might have trouble today - my throat is really sore from the potato wedge incident - not sure if I can eat anything solid.... soup time.