Stare Into Space


Posted on | December 15, 2008 | 9 Comments

Very little sleep last night.  Wife and daughter have colds.  Daughter not too bad but wife ‘at death’s door’ apparently.

Last night she woke up and started groping noisily around her bedside locker for Strepsils.  She found them eventually and rattled the rattly blister-pack trying to get one out, eventually succeeding.  Then she dropped the Strepsil onto the floor and I heard it roll under the bed where the dust-bunnies live.  Undeterred by fluffy nastiness, she fumbled about trying to find the missing Strepsil.  After what seemed like hours, she gave up and went back to the blister-pack.

Rattle… crinkle… rattle… plunk.  She dropped the blister-pack on the floor (Strepsil blister-packs hitting a wooden floor make quite an annoying noise at three AM).  Cue much blind scrabbling about for blister-pack, rattling and skittering it around on the floor all the time.  She finally found it, extracted a second Strepsil (after more rattling) and popped it in her mouth.

At last.  Some peace and quiet.

FX:  Suck, chew, Strepsil clunking against teeth, etc.


If you’re interested, my body is, so far, valiantly fighting off the nasty little cold bugs.  That may be because it’s so tensed that nothing wants to live there.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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