Some time in the early hours of this morning I smelt something awful. It came to mind the cat had used his dirt tray and must of done a particularly big dump. A big stinky dump for it to have travelled through two doors, but drafts and dissipation of smells can act this way in a house. I did my best to ignore the smell. Thinking it wasn't really bad and it would go away. I had to sleep and was too lazy to go downstairs throw his present out and then go back to bed. In a sense I'm glad I took this decision. Then I had to get up. Being it was morning and made my way downstairs. Funny I thought, the smell had sort of gone. I opened the door saw the cat, saw his dirt tray and started to think something must be wrong with my brain. There was no package left. Just a piss he'd had but no dollop of smell. Yet I had definitely smelled something. So now I have a worry. When will my brain go kaput and I keel over? The signs seem to be there. I also heard a high pitched whistling sound. Tinnitus related I thought, which I'm sure I have also developed in the last five or six years. But this tinnitus was not continuous, it buzzed on and off. Almost like a Morse code message. It was probably saying something like "you are going nuts Fatboy."
As I piece together this puzzle I can't wait for my holiday. It will not do me much good to keel over in Malta or the UK but at least I'll be warmer there and possibly a bit more relaxed. Chilled. And maybe not so paranoid. I just hope I am not getting some mental illness. Meltdown I can cope with, being completely nuts will just tip me over the edge.
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