I’m a bit pissed off today.

I have no idea why.

The sun is shining and it’s not too cold. There are no earthquakes, landslides, avalanches or floods here so I’m a lot better off than some. The only earthquake I ever remember made the heating radiators rattle a little bit. Maybe the planet is saving me up for The Big One?

Life is peaceful. The Missus Grandad is listening to the news [mind you, that’s really fucking depressing stuff]. The dog is asleep in her bed having dumped a large poo at my feet. The Virus is running rampant just the other side of my fence but so far hasn’t blown this way. Both neighbours are now testing positive. I feel sorry for them. It’s like being that last war victim before Amnesty is called.

My headaches are in one of their quiet moods or maybe they have just shifted to the muscles at the back of my neck. Turning my head to either side is quite painful. If life runs to form, my little ailment will return this evening as a definite headache, sore throat and aching limbs. But in the meantime I can relax.

I don’t have to go out as we are well stocked with everything [especially whiskey and baccy].

There are a couple of jobs I have to do at some stage. I have to sort out my week’s supply of pills and capsules some time today. There’s a weird stain on the front room carpet that I keep meaning to clean. I don’t know what the stain is but it’s big. Maybe I’ll just chalk a body outline around it and pretend it’s a murder scene.

So life is good. Well, it’s all right.

So why am I pissed off?