A bit of a struggle today to keep breathing in and out...actually I can usually manage the outs...it's the ins I have a problem with and one isn't much good without the other...so I've given in and retreated to the settee...Himself fiddled about with wires and cables and now I have the laptop on my tray with legs...
Martins wife and five of her grown girls have just walked past ...the Travellers aren't into keeping fit so perhaps they are rebelling...bet they're thinking how scruffy our cottages look...their house is totally and completely immaculate inside and out...
So, not being able to breathe had me stumped for an occupation today which involved as little effort as humanly possible...Ancestry saved the day with a branch of Himself's tree I'd not come across before. Now his Mother's tree is impossible because of the Workhouse...Himself's Granny and Great Granny were both born in the Workhouse...there were several other children in both those families who were either born in the Workhouse or died there so tracing them is extremely difficult.
But his Dad's tree is a bit easier...they lived in Norfolk which is farming country...mostly arable, but some dairy and sheep...it's famous now for Norfolk Turkeys but they are reared intensively and I doubt there were many enormous sheds housing thousands of feather pecked birds in the early days of the 1800's...
One particular family had children who rejoiced in old biblical names...Shallum...Jesterium...Keaturah and Zipporah were there, with the rest named more plainly...there is an Eli and a Joseph with the youngest given Jane, Mary and Elizabeth...
It is a huge advantage of course...I can guarantee I won't find many Shallums in the records.
Just had some tomato soup and toast...the toast was alright but the soup could have been anything...it was only the bright orange colour which disclosed its origins. Now it's ice-cream...strawberry...guaranteed not to have artificial anything according to the label and I might have a shop bought cake later on...Mr Kipling, the ones with icing and a cherry on the top, that's if Himself hasn't eaten them all. He might have done.
Kevin is hoping to come on Monday to line the shed...we've almost emptied it, having done it in dribs and drabs rather than all at once, which would have been unnerving to say the least...I'm going to paint the interior white...it needs all the light it can get in the winter but I shan't be using the primer Teresa did on their shed...the smell was appalling and it's still lingering now from when she painted it in October. I'll just water some of the emulsion down to act as a primer...cheaper as well. And I'll see if Kevin can put a shelf under the workbench...he seems to be quite handy.
There was a time when Himself could have done it all...but creaky knees and so on make more complicated DIY difficult. He doesn't mind acting as a gopher...