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, 49 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master. Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and former warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

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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