Where have all the tablets gone?

The regular reader of this journal (and I'm sorry I've been such an erratic reader of other journals these days - life gets too much to cope sometimes)  -- these regulars will know that on a Thursday I go shopping before breakfast. That's what I did today; the shop was pretty quiet and the main obstacles were the staff with trolleys fulfilling online orders. When I came to the pharmacy aisle, I went to pick up some generic paracetamol tablets - the cheap variety, not the capsules or the soluble ones. The shelf, annoyingly  placed right at the bottom of the unit, was completely empty. Incredulous, I asked a girl restocking the shelves if she had any on her trolley. She gazed at me thoughtfully. "No", she said; "It's the tourists." I expressed incredulity, but she went on firmly: "They come here, the weather's poor, they get drunk to make up for it and they bring their hangovers in here." I had to laugh - she was clearly a person of a clear mind and clarity of expression, and probably working here before going on to uni or similar. I was still chortling as I drove home, though we'll need to watch our hangovers till they re-stock...

The rest of the day was filled with ... what? A washing, dried indoors. A paper about children and church, which had been fermenting in my head - two typed pages' worth. Emails, messages. Another phone call from the nice Irish EE man - that to Himself, not me. The house is now awash in white plastic boxes with lights flashing and lights steady, lights green and lights orange. The internet is good, but we still have no "land line" and you can't move without tripping over the boxes. 

After lunch I was dropped off at the local hospital for an RSV vaccination. The age restrictions mean Himself doesn't get it as he's a year too old - I asked if it was because it might kill him, but the nurse thought not. The jag was pretty painless, though I felt a bit miserable a couple of hours later. I walked home and got a bag ready for tomorrow. I wasted hours (or maybe an hour) on the computer. The weather improved, a bit. And the good news was that my blood sugar test from last week didn't result in the need to make an appointment, but merely to return in three months. That's an improvement!

Now my Mac is wanting to update the system software - it clearly wants me to go off to bed. I shall oblige ...