I was up from five past two until twenty-five past four this morning. In that time I drank a glass of lemonade to help relieve what felt like wind trapped in my chest.
After breakfast, Tiki painstakingly cut my hair, obviously stung by her mother’s criticism of the other day in which she stated that I should be getting it cut by an expert.
A friend of the family arrived today and plans to stay for one week. She is ninety years of age and confided in me that she once had a pain in her chest and drank a glass of beer in order to relieve her of wind. I am starting to believe that the culprit might be my heart.
Downstairs, I slept for an hour from half past three. When I ventured up to the lounge room, “Mum” informed me that I looked terrible.
Although it was quite warm and uncomfortable this morning, it has been another glorious day with a maximum temperature of twenty-seven degrees Celsius.
This evening between half past five and half past six, on ABC-TV’s Channel Two, we viewed the one hundredth edition of the pop music programme, “Countdown”, hosted by the bumbling Ian ‘Molly’ Meldrum.