I tried the ‘mate’ tea thing all South Americans seem to love many years ago in Argentina, didn’t think much of it, but tried it again the other day - and it’s still brick. Tastes like dry cactus and you get lots of small grains from it in your mouth all the time. Yuck.
I have troubles with my arm, so went to a specialist today and had electrical shocks sent down my arm making my hand twist and shake. It was odd, but quite fascinating. No carpal tunnel though, so who knows what this brick is.
I’ve been growing sweet peas and now there are tons of them, so a lot of magpies and crows hanging around my little patch trying to get a piece or two. They can have all they want for all I care.
Met a guy in the garage the other day and we had bought pizza from the same place and were quickly carrying it in to eat while it’s hot, and had a little laugh and a broment down there, meaning we now say hi to one another every time we meet now, which is nice. He has a little kid that’s really sweet, but has some sort of handicap I haven’t quite figured out. He also has a sports car, but an old one and a brand I don’t even know. A Tesco sports car. I wonder why there aren’t more sports cars from cheaper manufacturers and why they don’t look cooler.
I also told a story to a coworker that I’ve been telling for years, yet it’s a lie, or parts of it is anyway, and I felt really bad about it. It was like it was just triggered by something he said and there it comes, the whole thing, even though I know it’s flimflam, on auto pilot, I couldn’t stop it. I’ll hopefully never tell that story again. I think it was triggered by «fish and chips», so I will have to be mindful about that topic in the future. I still feel quite ashamed by it. I think I lie quite a lot about details, my imagination getting the best of me. Need to just stop that nonsense.
Oh well. I have a boring life. Dear diary, I must go. This is John Wilson, thanks for listening.