Wednesday, 21 March 2007

and burnham wood shall come to dunsinane

*cautiously peeps head over parapet*

I think I'm feeling better.

At least, I've been feeling better for the last three days. My life doesn't seem to be unravelling around my ears any more, anyway. And I don't want to sell the house any more, and run away and live in a shack on a mountain with no running water, telephone or mortgage. Although I did very much like the look of this place. However, it would mean another forty minute commute each way for B and anyway, I rather like living here, now I'm back on the tablets.

Also I've managed to wash up for three days running AND change the bedsheets. And yesterday and today I've some website building stuff both for a friend and for ourselves. I'm still getting up and throwing up if I don't have a cup of tea really, really quickly; but hell, that's a massive improvement on three weeks ago, so I'm not complaining.

Much, anyway.

Also, the sun's come out. Had you noticed?

Everything in the garden has started growing and I desperately need to plant the fruit bushes (raspberries, blackcurrant and gooseberries) properly as we just heeled them in when they arrived and now they're starting to sprout. The bees are out and about too, which is a relief as we were wondering if they'd have starved to death because of the early mild weather that meant that they woke up before there was much pollen about.

Tomorrow we have a friend visiting who we haven't seen since we got married. It's going to be fun and in his honour we are going to kill George. I haven't actually spelt this out to him, as he's an ex-vegan. George doesn't know yet, either. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but doing it quickly and not thinking about it too much is probably the way forward. With that in mind, at some point I'm going to get a dog called Spot so that I can keep yelling "Out, damn'd Spot" at it.

Stream of consciousness post, sorry.

Tomorrow: Cockerel killing report, no pictures, promise. More as an exercise in self-motivation than because you want to know. And a thousand words on 'Why are mothers always so negative?'.

12 comments:

  1. Hello, welcome back, nice to see some green shoots!

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  2. Good to hear you're feeling well enough to make Shakespearian jokes. I knew someone who once wrote a rather lewd sketch based entirely around "who'd have thought the old man to have so much blood in him" but mercifully I can't remember it in detail.

    *hugs Ally and hands over Thermos of tea to stand by her bed*

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  3. Good to hear you're feeling well enough to make Shakespearian jokes. I knew someone who once wrote a rather lewd sketch based entirely around "who'd have thought the old man to have so much blood in him" but mercifully I can't remember it in detail.

    *hugs Ally and hands over Thermos of tea to stand by her bed*

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  4. *whispers* Hi *waves* Glad to hear you are feeling a bit steadier.

    Yeeeks, for George.

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  5. *whispers* Hi *waves* Glad to hear you are feeling a bit steadier.

    Yeeeks, for George.

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  6. That house is rather pretty, isn't it? But semi-detached: imagine - 'half a mile up a no-through road, gorgeous setting, lovely character, Nazi neighbours...' What's that you say? Paranoia? ;)

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  7. That house is rather pretty, isn't it? But semi-detached: imagine - 'half a mile up a no-through road, gorgeous setting, lovely character, Nazi neighbours...' What's that you say? Paranoia? ;)

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  8. Yes, just trimmed and trained our raspberries back last weekend. What varieties did you get?

    Glad to hear you're on the up.

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  9. Yes, just trimmed and trained our raspberries back last weekend. What varieties did you get?

    Glad to hear you're on the up.

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  10. I had never considered whether or not bees could starve to death until now. Once again, you have expanded my horizons.

    Glad you're feeling better. And I, too, have often longed for a dog named Spot for the same reason you do.

    How far are you from London?

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  11. I had never considered whether or not bees could starve to death until now. Once again, you have expanded my horizons.

    Glad you're feeling better. And I, too, have often longed for a dog named Spot for the same reason you do.

    How far are you from London?

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