Well...that was a seriously long week. Sometimes they whizz past in no time at all and other times they don't half drag their feet...struggling towards Friday heaving heavy sighs and clutching their bad back...
The plumber 'phoned a little while ago...he was supposed to come this afternoon to discuss putting in a shower but 'was held up the while'...I was far too polite to suggest he'd simply forgotten...have to be very nice to plumbers otherwise they don't screw pipes together properly and then you get leaks where leaks ought not to be...
Another neighbour has just spent two weeks in the hospital...the neighbour on the corner has COPD as well and the one across the road has severe arthritis and is waiting for new hips...Jonny's wife has had breast re-construction surgery...and Jonny's Mum has just been diagnosed with COPD and Alex, next door but one, has broken his leg...perhaps we could all go in together and a ward could be named after us...
I stayed in bed again this morning...and I'm only allowed one bad day a week and I've already had three...then the postie brought a letter for an appointment in two weeks for physio...no mention of being shut in a Perspex box though...the letter says I'm to bring a pair of shorts...for heaven's sakes...like I'd let anyone see me in a pair of shorts always supposing I owned any...which I don't...they can whistle as far as that's concerned and it was signed by a Ms...bet it's that stout woman with a bristly moustache who is horrible to me.
Himself cleaned the bedroom...and the mantelpiece in the sitting room...he washed all the old Gin bottles...I came in and thought we'd been robbed when I saw they weren't there.
Between the downpours of hail and rain it's been quite pleasant in the sunshine...I spent a little while in my shed this afternoon hammering beads that'd been in the freezer and all power to Bernie who suggested it 'cos it worked...but was easily side tracked by watching the Blue Tits hunting for nesting places in the gaps between the stones of the potting shed...they look anxiously over their shoulders to see if anyone's watching before diving in head first...
Himself did a bit of shopping this afternoon 'cos I didn't feel up to much, but the mad and loopy people don't make a beeline for him the way they do with me, so he had nothing of interest to tell when he came home. He didn't even see Potty Penny and her trolley load of liver for her stinky cats...
It's much lighter in the mornings and evenings now...a real stretch in the day...and I'll be able to say Beware The Ides Of March tomorrow...I like saying that...Paddy's Day is next on the agenda, though we keep our heads down and don't venture out unless forced to...watching a parade of old boys driving tractors through the town while small girls with cold mottled legs struggle to remember an Irish dancing set 'ain't our idea of fun...
And there'll be a mart with scraggy donkeys to be given away and cardboard boxes of puppies with appealing faces...it's best if we don't go.
I'm away then...hope you have an excellent weekend however you choose to spend it...