Oooh you're a naughty mess

some sly piss-wad's out bid me and won, by a mere GBP 0.50, a complete set of pre-1990 mondays singles and albums/ i must remember to log in just before the end of any auction i desperately want to win/ at that point today however i was buried neath duvets twain shivering after an ill-advised two hour walk with the dog/ as we neared the final stretch a downpour of ice-cold rain and then hail assailed us/ i feel better now, in a warm jumper and full of day nurse/ i also'd to fill my our-X this morn. and so chalked up another 1 and 1 half hrs in the biting wind/ h'ever when ill i always deem it advisable, if one has the energy, to get the circulation going and fill the lungs with fresh air/ 'tis truly grim to lay and rot in one's germs/ also keeping busy distracts one/ the symptoms of most illnesses can certainly be improved with mental diversion/ nothing of any note to report/ i sneaked a can when out but did it for medicinal reasons so feel somewhat vindicated/ i'm adapting rather well to a 'socially functional' existence, enjoying the comforts of surety &c./ i feel i've 'lived' enough to enjoy it a good while longer/ oh the unfathomable complexities our little brains imagine...