Gargling gravel

Yeah, I know it’s not gravel, it’s pebbles. I was in a hurry.

Today has been a very productive day. Up early, got a lot done — even took the recycling down to our local Tesco before 09:00, but nobody would buy it so I just dropped it off at the recycling centre there. I got loads of letters written, and made two trips to the post box. Cleaned the kitchen. Twice. And took a Eucharist at 18:30 at St Ninian’s.

So it’s with some degree of regret that I have to say that I’m now feeling dreadful. My voice sounds as though I’ve been gargling gravel in Hell. Off to bed now with a handful of pills and vitamins, at 21:56 on a Friday evening.

Check me out with my rock ‘n roll lifestyle!

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 46 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall. Currently on sabbatical. I am a priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, and I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir.

One thought on “Gargling gravel”

  1. Woops. Had a similar-sounding bug here, possibly as a result of meeting too many humans at a concert during the week – aches all over, headache, totally zonked feeling. It’s a bug going around. :/

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