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smokingbootReceived news, not as such - not bad at all in fact - but something that made me a little sad, a conversation with my cousin-in-law reveals that they are returning to Spain permanently in August. They mentioned this before, but with the dead landlord and the need to move out alongside the ridiculous prices of housing in London and the sheer faff of seeking work elsewhere (they looked at hospitals in Scotland but...) they decided that now was time to head home. It makes sense as my cousin-in-law has never really enjoyed England, arriving as she did because there was no way for her to work in Spanish healthcare due to a bizarre system whereby in order to work in hospitals you need points but you get points through working in hospitals. Despite all her qualifications she effectively had to emigrate for work. It was not easy for her. However, nearly 10 years in the NHS does provide such points so now it's all possible. Other things have come together too. I've long suspected that this was the right direction for them, but wish things had been a bit different. I wish they had seen a better side to England than Brexit.
Perhaps this agitated me more than I realised; at dinner I choked badly on a piece of food that got stuck in my throat. Even the all-safe of coca-cola didn't help, and it looked like an ambulance would be needed; Russ was just calling 999 when somehow the piece dislodged itself, so maybe the bubbles did work, they just took their time.
The choking reflex cut in because I was eating too fast, the eating too fast happened because I was a little upset about my cousins leaving/recalling the horrid time of Brexit, I was too easily upset because of a)the symptom and b)lack of sleep. So it's just a case of momentary adjustment. Ice cream is a very important part of that process. I know this because I tested it extensively.
Still very little sleep due to my poor man's coughing; what dreams I had were busy and speckled with bright hyperdetails. CD and WPT living in a flat about two storeys across from the apartment where we lived, people could walk along the tops of flat buildings as though they were streets, and even cross the air between them below via rope bridges (I know where I get this image from!) C+W's flat was bright and busy, a happy vibe around everything, a feeling of meeting later on... and then I woke.
And I do feel better but suspect the need for more ice cream.
Perhaps this agitated me more than I realised; at dinner I choked badly on a piece of food that got stuck in my throat. Even the all-safe of coca-cola didn't help, and it looked like an ambulance would be needed; Russ was just calling 999 when somehow the piece dislodged itself, so maybe the bubbles did work, they just took their time.
The choking reflex cut in because I was eating too fast, the eating too fast happened because I was a little upset about my cousins leaving/recalling the horrid time of Brexit, I was too easily upset because of a)the symptom and b)lack of sleep. So it's just a case of momentary adjustment. Ice cream is a very important part of that process. I know this because I tested it extensively.
Still very little sleep due to my poor man's coughing; what dreams I had were busy and speckled with bright hyperdetails. CD and WPT living in a flat about two storeys across from the apartment where we lived, people could walk along the tops of flat buildings as though they were streets, and even cross the air between them below via rope bridges (I know where I get this image from!) C+W's flat was bright and busy, a happy vibe around everything, a feeling of meeting later on... and then I woke.
And I do feel better but suspect the need for more ice cream.
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