How to get a couchsurfer off the couch!

Ha! This was quite something: one couchsurfer lying on the couch, legs up, book in hand, listening longingly for the sound of the kettle boiling and instead: MOI with a hoover (vacuum cleaner) in hand. Plug it in, full revs, fling the shake'n'vac wildly in the air, accidentally getting some in his hair, and hoover!!! He did a backflip off the sofa and ran upstairs so fast I didn't even see the shake'n'vac dust! Ha!

Woke up to a brilliant sunny morning. Had some honey-oats, coffee, did some emails and texting and then, yes, I can't believe I'm going to say this: had my first pooh in 3 days! LOL...sorry, I won't go into the details but it did remind me of an "epidemic" that hit Falcon College in Zimbabwe years ago. Most of the staff and pupils were affected by the water and I recall one teacher (Mike Renehan, aka "Sturdy" or "Thunder Thighs") saying: the day I produce a solid one, I am going to pick it up and admire it!

Anyway, enough of that.

I went to have my hair cut which is always fun because the Kurdish guy who cuts my hair (Adam) always gossips about his brother (Evan) (who actually owns the shop). Evan is always getting into fights over girls and taking "health" products to cope with all his lady friends and just as Adam was telling me one particular story, Evan came in through the back. It was so funny seeing Adam's face as he tried to change the subject. I was pleased to note that despite the chemo, my hair is not thinning or disappearing. It's amazing how good you feel after a haircut, provided you insist on the hairdresser doing what YOU want.

Had brunch made for me by my Polish couchsurfer (Bart) (the one lounging on the sofa shall remain unamed!), before he went off to work. Then a rest as I kinda tried to do too much today. Walking back from Sainsbury's I was annoyed to find that if I try to carry more than two bags, I have to stop to pant every few metres. Pathetic, but I will get my strength back with time. Patience has not always been one of my virtues but I am certainly learning it now. Part of the reason for the breathlessness is the fact that I have a slight cold/chest infection which is to be expected considering that my immune system is taking a battering.

Right, I'm waiting for Storme (my very first piano student zillions of years ago) to pop in. She just might be bearing a chocolate cake (she makes great cakes) in which case I shall intercept her arrival and hide the cake under the stairs for later when the couchsurfers are asleep. :-)

Thanks again for reading....if you have any questions, feel free to write them in the comments and I will answer as honestly as possible.

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