Dig Dug: Digging Strike (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It is a great feeling to be at that stage in life whereby you can pretty much do as you please as far as what you do in a day. At weekends I don’t do any electrical work unless in an emergency so if I don’t wish to do anything at all over the weekend then I don’t. On Sunday I was in no hurry to get up but I arose as soon as I awoke. After a shower and getting dressed I sauntered downstairs just before ten o’clock and had a bowl of fruit with a little muesli and milk. I had been thinking about going for a walk or maybe dining out at the pub to wile away the afternoon but by two o’clock I wasn’t feeling particularly well kind of like the way you feel when you have a bad cold. I decided to remain at home and have a late lunch instead, after all I had made a vegetable and chicken stew the previous day so there was no need to do any cooking. To kill a bit of time before lunch I made another ‘slab’ of rock cake because the other had been so nice but had all been eaten. After lunch I was feeling much better. The day before I had experienced problems getting my mobile phone connection. No matter where I was in the house or the gardens the message read ‘No network available’. As I was home it didn’t bother me too much because callers could contact me over the house phone if it was urgent. I wanted to contact a new friend just to say hello and couldn’t reach her even by text. I tried again on Sunday afternoon and suddenly everything was back to normal but I had a lot of catching up to do answering messages that had been left, mostly from people wanting electrical work done. I was able to contact my friend too and learned she was in the south of the country tending to her mother. Anyway before my phone connection had been restored I had been out in the front garden checking for a signal and noticed more bluebells growing in the right-hand flowerbed again. I had to dig them out, I couldn’t leave them for another day, they had to go! It was only a few days earlier I had been digging out bluebells in the same bed. They are a pain in the proverbial to put it mildly. As I was fetching the kneeling stool which I had stored in the greenhouse I noticed another bluebell in the flowerbed by the greenhouses which I dug out once I had finished in the front garden. Thinking I had found them all I began to put the equipment away but lo and behold there were more, then more in the next bed. Finally I decided to dig out the couple I had seen in the flowerbed next to the patio whilst I was at it but didn’t get that far. On the way there I saw more in the ‘Mound’ which I started to remove. As I dug them out more appeared with each dig with the trowel or fork and before I knew it I had a bucket full of them! At last I got to the flowerbed next to the patio and dug out a couple there. I have never seen so many bluebell bulbs and plants in such relatively small areas, even rabbits don’t ‘breed’ so profusely! I did say there would be more and more and more and more………..yawn!
Honey (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I had another restless night on Tuesday through to Wednesday broken into three sessions by visits to the little girl’s room as they say. My sleep was very shallow and as is often the case my thoughts were all over the place. I seem to be good at thinking things through when I ought to be sleeping instead. I hastily point out that for the majority of times I do sleep well. I was wondering therefore why it was that I’d had a restless night having worked hard during the day. Very odd but I guess I had more on my mind than I thought I had. There seemed no other reason for my experience. I went to bed in good health but found I had a bit of a sore throat in the morning. Could it be the onset of a cold or even worse, the ‘flu? Having said in a recent post that I generally enjoy good health it proves that these conditions can affect anyone at any time. The sore throat wasn’t severe and didn’t get any worse during the day. In any case I was taking honey to sooth it. I often use honey as a sweetener in coffee which I drink a lot of during the day so I suppose that extra honey helped. My only electrical work for the day was to replace a faulty room thermostat in a house across town so I was back at home around ten o’clock. I wanted to get into the garden though only to dig out the bluebells I had seen the day before, those which had revealed themselves in ground I had already worked weeks before and had obviously missed. There will be more. The morning was fairly damp so I put off doing that until the weather improved as I didn’t wish to aggravate my sore throat or encourage the onset of something worse. I decided to do a little baking so I made a rock cake. I use the singular because I baked the cake in slab form rather than individual cakes. It is an easier method and allows cutting a slice to suit your desire. The rock cake recipe is very similar to that of scones but I think they taste nicer than scones because they are cakes and sweeter. Neither scones nor cakes last long in our household as both E and I love them. She almost never bakes at home these days but she sure eats whatever I bake. Well I was just about to have lunch when I received a call to check a couple of suspected faulty lighting switches in a house two miles away. I put lunch on hold and went to do the work. I was back home a half-hour later. E was eating her lunch and I joined her. As I was parking the van in the garage I noticed there were another two bluebells in one of the front flowerbeds! I had removed quite a number of them only recently. After lunch I put on my gardening clothes and dug them out before returning to the rear garden and digging out more, the ones whose positions I had marked the day before. There were four positions with a number of bluebells in them but the fourth and last position had much more, around thirty of them. How I missed them first time around I cannot say. As I have said, it will be an ongoing task checking for bluebells for yet a while.
‘I’ve had to book my appointment two weeks in advance, so we’ll both sit here until I feel unwell.’
I had a lousy weekend, especially on Saturday. I was suffering with aches and pains and although I had been sweating a lot I felt cold most of the time. I was well-wrapped up but that didn’t seem to make much difference. I went to bed around ten and a boyfriend called me in response to a text message I had sent him. I had to tell him I was in bed and about to go to sleep so the conversation didn’t last long. The following morning I was as right as rain (odd expression that one) and rearing to start my day. I felt so much better so I guess the warmth of the bedclothes and my seeming strength and ability to shake everyday illnesses off did the trick. Anyway the point was I felt great. I had an electrical job to do for the guy in whose house I had worked the previous week but didn’t have the time nor the inclination to do it on the same day. It would have meant working all day and I was tired after I had finished the job I had been doing. I went along at nine o’clock did the work and finished around noon. I had received another call while I was there. It was from an old guy living in the next town who had a problem with his kitchen light and switch. I did the work and drove back to my own town to do some shopping, nothing special, just toiletries which I buy in bulk so that I don’t have to shop for them often. I drove home but left again immediately without getting out of the vehicle. I had forgotten to get diesel fuel for my van. I arrived back home fifteen minutes later and during that time E went out somewhere for the afternoon. When I got indoors there was the package containing the new shoes I had ordered late on Sunday! Now that’s what I call service. Strange thing about this is the fact that I had been experiencing problems with the company’s signing in pages when ordering. See yesterday’s post. More nice high-heeled stilettos. I opened the box and put them on to walk around in them to check they were the correct fit. They were perfect, so much so I didn’t want to take them off because they were so comfortable to walk in. Now these are high heels and yes they are over five inches but they really are comfortable. I have to add though that I am used to heels. Just a couple of pairs of my shoes are higher and they are hard to walk in but I will soon correct that with practice. Over the years I have tended to wear heels at four and a half inches so was never happy wearing anything higher but that is slowly changing. I used to think I would never wear high heels as I got older and most people my age wouldn’t think of it but I don’t look my age or feel my age either. After I had put everything away and sorted out my business paperwork I went outside to dispose of the cardboard and plastic waste and noticed some more bluebell shoots poking out of the flowerbed. I went inside to collect the keys for the garage then came out with tools and kneeling stool to begin digging out the bulbs. There were more than just a few but I persevered and dug them out, well all the ones that I could see. There will be more I’m sure of it but if there are they will show up soon enough. I returned indoors for something to eat as I had missed lunch. I’d had a very light breakfast too. It was only four o’clock so too early for my evening meal. I decided to have a bowl of fruit but gave up on it after only two mouthfuls. It seemed I wasn’t hungry so I put the bowl in the fridge to eat it later. Even now at six o’clock as I write this I am still not that hungry but I will eat. A text message had arrived but I hadn’t noticed. It was from the boyfriend asking if I was feeling better. Ah, that’s nice.
I Get Weak (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Weak Moments of the Shadows (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As I wrote in yesterday’s post, the weather has turned wet and a little windy too though tomorrow which will be Wednesday as I write, looks calmer but cooler too. There was as expected a dry slot around lunchtime yesterday so I thought I would put on some overalls and boots and begin to rake-off the top soil covering the remaining area where the bluebell bulbs still lie. After just two pulls with the rake quite a few bluebells appeared from beneath the covering. Some came out but most remained as the bulbs would be too deep to remove without digging. I managed only twenty minutes with the rake but I had removed quite a lot of soil despite that. I was however feeling very weak and exhausted, most unusual for me and I gave up on the idea of doing any more work. It was fast approaching lunchtime anyway but I wasn’t going to return after lunch, I’d had enough. As it turned out I think I was so weak because it felt as though the damp weather I had spent four hours working in on Saturday was having an effect upon me. Even though I was well-wrapped up and not feeling the cold at the time it made no difference. Whenever I have worked hard in the past and used muscles not used to continuous hard use I have found it takes a day or so before I feel the resulting effect. I must hold true for working in cold damp conditions and especially if that work was hard-going. We had been informed that Tuesday (today) would be better but the best days would be Wednesday and Friday so I decided to take a break until Wednesday and let myself rest. My problem is I get restless and seeing work that needs to be done not getting done I am keen to get on with it. I have to remind myself that, ‘Hey Shirley Anne you’re not a machine and you’re not as young as you might feel you are so take it easy!’
By Appointment Only (2007 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I had to pay a visit to see the doctor on Thursday morning due to the rash I had on my both my arms and one leg. It appeared several weeks ago and at that time I thought it would disappear by itself for it seemed to do so at first. I had been treating it with a few different ointments but then after another couple of weeks it began to worsen again and was on occasion very itchy. I had to make an appointment with the doctor else it would never go away. Now the problem with many surgeries these days is actually getting an appointment in the first place, at least one reasonably quickly. Obviously emergency requests are honoured but this wasn’t an emergency by any stretch of the imagination. I had to wait almost two weeks or take a chance on there being time to see me in the meantime. That wasn’t going to happen as I had been very busy up until then so I took the earliest appointment they could give me which was eight-thirty in the morning. The surgery opens at that time so I was the first patient for the particular doctor I was to see. Five minutes later and I was out of the surgery and on my way to the pharmacy not far away in the village shopping centre. The pharmacy opens at nine so I had a twenty minute wait. I could have waited in the vehicle but I had parked it at a distance and besides there was a bench outside the pharmacy on which to sit. I sat there and watched the village get busy as people began coming in. It is amazing what you see if you have the time and I had plenty of that. Soon the pharmacist arrived and said hello as she entered the shop but it wasn’t yet opening time for customers, I had to wait a further five minutes. Because I was so early I had to inform the pharmacist that the doctor had only just sent my prescription as she would need to look up the details on her computer. She informed me it wouldn’t take long to sort my request but I still had to wait a further ten minutes. Finally she came over to the counter and apologised for having only one of the two prescribed items in stock and that I would have to call later to collect it. I asked if it could be delivered instead, a service which they do provide but it meant I would need to wait-in at home to collect the afternoon delivery. I wasn’t going anywhere anyway. I took the other prescribed item with me and went home. The delivery came later in the afternoon. It would be the first time I’d taken advantage of the delivery service but E however has all her medication delivered. Mind you she does have a lot of it. I am often the only one in the house when it arrives too so I am used to having to sign for it. Thursday afternoon was sunny, a nice time to go for a walk but that would have to wait till another day, I had to stay at home instead.
Checking the blood pressure by using a sphygmomanometer and stethoscope. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I pay a visit to my doctor’s surgery every six months to have a routine check-up though that usually means only a blood pressure check. I receive what is termed ‘acute’ medication which in essence means they are an essential and long-term prescription. As my body doesn’t produce hormones I have to take them in pill form, though there are other methods too. Taking these hormones (estrogen), or too many of them for too long can be detrimental to health. Increasing the possibility of the chances of developing heart disease or breast cancer are two risks cited by some doctors. Naturally, having high cholesterol develops high blood pressure which further increases the risks of taking hormones. It is therefore necessary to have check-ups now and then. My own cholesterol levels border just above what is considered average though as my doctor kept telling me in my case the risks are lower because I am relatively an active person. I do take Aspirin regularly which is beneficial too. However, even though my records are on display to any doctor or nurse who is tending me at the surgery, there is no consistency in the approach because at each visit I am treated by a different person. The doctor I had for many years retired some five or six years ago and since then I have never seen another doctor on a regular basis. There are usually five doctors and a couple of nurses at the surgery but only one of the doctors has been practicing there since I moved into the neighbourhood way back in 1988. This time I got to see a foreign doctor who I think is an eastern European guy. He was very polite and efficient and I spent only a very short time with him. He prescribed a further six-months supply of my medication which I collect from the local pharmacy a couple of days later. My next visit, unless there is another reason to visit beforehand, will be in May.
Year of the Gentleman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I wasn’t feeling well later on Tuesday. It began soon after my return home from a walk. Though the walk was enjoyable I suppose the cold wind had gotten through to me. I went to bed feeling a little miserable but felt somewhat better the following morning. All I wanted to do was to rest for the day and get myself back to normal but just after lunch an elderly gentleman called to ask if I could check a faulty light or him. I use the term ‘gentleman’ because I discovered on meeting him that he fitted the description very well. He was polite, chivalrous, well-mannered and well-spoken and well-dressed too, something sadly lacking in many guys these days. The light was fixed to the ceiling but behind a suspended ceiling beneath. He claimed it had been working for twelve months and perhaps it had but the connections weren’t good and it had been barely hanging from the one screw which had prevented it dropping from the ceiling altogether. For a small light that wouldn’t have been a problem but this was a twin-lamp six-foot long fluorescent unit. The lamps had not been installed properly either so they would never have worked. I removed it from the ceiling and tested it. There was nothing wrong with it and I returned it to the ceiling, this time fixing it there properly. That was it, the only work I had done in a couple of days. I was paid my minimum fee and I returned home. I was still feeling a little under the weather. Just before my evening meal one of my regular customers called to ask if I would check out the light in her kitchen as it had ceased working. I had fitted the unit a couple of months ago so I wondered why it had failed so soon. I arranged to check it out the following day, after I had done the other work I had scheduled elsewhere. The other work entailed checking out another faulty light unit! You could say therefore that I am on light duties (forgive the pun) which is just as well I suppose given the way I have been feeling lately.
A landlubbers pain in the neck. Carelessness – NARA – 535331 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Quite often in life it is the small things which can cause the biggest problems. We tend to overlook the small things as insignificant but they can soon become large things which then demand our attention. The phrase ‘A stitch in time saves nine’ springs to mind. A small tear in a garment can lead to it being thrown away if it isn’t mended in time. Life is like that, everything is in decay but some things perish more easily don’t they? For some years now I have suffered with the occasional problem of having a trapped nerve in my neck. I might suddenly feel an ache in my back, arms or legs as I did a few weeks ago and wrote about it in a post. At first I used to simply bear the pain until it subsided and that often was for a couple of days. Then just as suddenly as the pains appeared they disappeared leaving me wondering the cause. One day I discovered that if I held my head in a certain position the pain would disappear and that led me to discover that doing neck exercises solved my pain problems. As I am over seventy years of age I am beginning to think the trapped nerve issue is simply age-related and that is probably true. In my younger days I never suffered this way, not even once. I awoke on Monday morning with a view to drive a few miles to an electrical job but as I dressed and ate breakfast I found I had problems with the muscles in my buttocks and lower back which made moving about very slow and painful. I did remember to do some neck exercises which eased the pain and in fact once I was moving about the pain seemed less of a problem. I am sure many of us could relate to feeling a little stiff when we get out of bed but I have found that as I have gotten older the problem is more frequent. Lying still on a bed for hours is going to promote stiffness so I suppose having a restless night in that respect isn’t such a bad thing after all. Anyway despite my exercising the pain still took some hours to subside. I did go to the job as it didn’t involve any form of strenuous work and I was back home after an hour or so. I spent the remainder of the day doing very little but wanting to move about so that I didn’t seize up completely! A bit like being between a rock and a hard place. Some choice eh?
A Pain That I’m Used To (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Nothing seems to be going the way I would like it lately. My little projects have been held back because of one thing or another. Rain has prevented E and I from working any further on the flowerbed for the time being. I did some more work in the top room on Friday morning, sanding down the worktops, applying a second coat to part of them as well as painting the window frame. I could go no further that day as I became unable to move about freely. I had a severe pain at the very top of my left leg which at first I thought was muscular but it turned out to be caused by a trapped nerve. If I sat down it became very painful attempting to stand erect and once erect walking even the smallest distance was arduous. A walking stick helped but the pain was ceaseless. The following morning showed no change so I decided to rest for as long as possible instead of attempting any work. I could only have worked indoors anyway as it was a day of sporadic rainfall. During the day I discovered that if I held my head back whilst getting up from a seated position the pain eased and made the attempt much easier. I thought to myself, ‘What if I did some neck exercises, would that solve the problem?’ During the last few years I have experienced pains in my arms, legs and in my back which were all due to having a trapped nerve in my neck. I found out by myself that neck exercises eased the pain and cured the problems. Could they help this time too? They did. It seems odd to me that a trapped nerve in the neck could cause so many problems around the rest of my body but it is a fact. I have to say I didn’t recognise the association as quickly as I should have on this occasion and could have felt relief sooner. The rest does me good though otherwise I might wear myself out. So over the weekend nothing got done and on Monday I would be doing some electrical work making progress on my little projects almost impossible unless E gets some free time to help. Actually it is she who does most of the gloss painting anyway but she has been busy with other things. There is no hurry as long as something gets done and the job doesn’t stop completely. I don’t wish to have too many things going on at once and that is why I am holding back from changing radiator valves and doing some minor alterations on the heating pipes. There is still plenty of time for that work to be done before the end of the warmer months.
That’s some Doctor’s Surgery Local residents really do go and see their GP in the church, part of which is now a Medical Centre. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Over the past few weeks the requests for my electrical services has dwindled somewhat which I suppose is a blessing in disguise. I have received requests though and have done the work but far less of it. This past week hasn’t been any different. Gradually I am becoming accustomed to doing less work for others and less work at home but I’ve got to do something. On Thursday morning I had a job to do locally and in the afternoon I couldn’t take on more work anyway as I had an appointment at the doctor’s surgery. I had been to see the doctor on Monday because I had a urinary tract infection but this time it was for a routine check-up with the nurse (sister). She wanted to review my ‘hrt’ situation. I knew what she was going to say before she spoke. She was going to suggest I reduce the level or take no more. She hadn’t realised that I am transgendered though the information was readily available at her fingertips. Had she checked she wouldn’t have mentioned it. Basically I have to take the hormones (hormone replacement or hrt) until I die, so there is no question regarding whether I should stop. I mentioned to her that back in October a doctor hadn’t checked either and had suggested I stop taking the medication until I told her why I was taking it in the first place. I am now wondering if at my next visit I will be asked the same question again. What can I say? She did however suggest that I be given a six month supply rather than the one month supply the last doctor had changed it to. Previously I received a three-month supply. Common sense has prevailed though I’ll have to wait and see if it will really happen! She measured my blood pressure a couple of times whilst I was there as they all do and nothing had changed, nothing to be concerned about all was in satisfactory order.
E went out shopping as usual on a Thursday afternoon. She buys in the week’s groceries and takes her mom along to do her shopping too. Earlier in the day and after I had returned home I did a little preparatory work up in the top room, not much but enough to allow the work to continue. Little has been done up there this past week for one reason or another but gradually we’ll get it finished.
It’s not like me to avoid work but I have been so tired lately and at the time of writing this on Monday late afternoon I haven’t done any further work in the top room since Thursday. I had expected to do more on Monday but when Monday came I found I couldn’t. I’d been suffering with UTI (Urinary Tract Infection or Cystitis) since late on Saturday and had to pay a visit to the doctor on Monday morning and I had strained the muscles in my abdomen too. We had been expecting the delivery of our new garden furniture on Monday morning and it arrived whilst I was out. I didn’t return home until 9.30 and then E and I set about unpacking and assembling it. It took us two hours, almost until lunchtime. In these two pictures the parasol is not shown though if you look under the glass top of the table you might be able to see it stored away there. The set includes six reclining chairs, two footstools, a small table (in the lower picture) and of course the table and parasol.
I suggested we dine out for a change so that’s what we did. We drove to one of our preferred dining places some fifteen miles away arriving there at 2 o’clock so it was late in the afternoon by the time we got back home. E had beef steak, I chose sea bass. I should have chosen the beef for a change. The fish was as nice as ever but I didn’t like the risotto it was laid upon so much though I ate it anyway. I usually choose a fish dish these days and choose meat very infrequently. We each decided we would eat a dessert and we each selected a ‘Eton Mess’ but with different flavourings. It makes a change being waited upon and not having to wash the dishes afterward. Just as we neared the end of our meal a group of elderly people were leaving the restaurant and one of them came over to our table having thought to herself ‘I know that lady’. As she approached she asked if I remembered her. I told her that I remembered her face but couldn’t place where we had met. It turned out that I had done an electrical job in her house on exactly the same day last year (23 May 15). Now that was an amazing coincidence I thought.
E hasn’t been feeling too well either these past few days so she didn’t want to do any work at home. To be honest most of what needs to be done is all painting and it can be done in a few hours. We are not in too much of a hurry to finish the room but we won’t leave it long before we get stuck in again. By the time you are reading this we might already be working again. Sometimes you just have to stop for a while but I can’t stay lazy too long, it just isn’t me.
Not for Threes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Misfortunes never come singly as the proverb tell us. Another would say that they come in threes. I am inclined to believe that somehow. Over the last few days I have been suffering with muscular abdominal pain. On Sunday, after a couple of days, the pain subsided. In the morning E began to pull out bluebell stalks in the garden so that their seed pods would not fall to the ground and germinate next year and because there were so many of them I lended a hand. Soon afterward the pain returned and stayed with me for the remainder of the day. During the day I began to feel the need to visit the toilet more frequently until it was every ten minutes! Obviously I had a urinary infection.
Bacteriuria and pyuria demonstrated at urinary microscopy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have had this complaint about four times in my adult life and it isn’t nice. Strange at it may seem I usually get the symptoms over the weekend when the surgery is closed! I resigned myself to suffering until the morning when I could see the doctor and get some antibiotics but E remembered she had a day’s supply of an antibiotic for this specific type of infection. She hadn’t taken the full course when she had the same problem a couple of years ago. Hopefully they would still be usable so I took one. My symptoms started to subside. Now I know we should not take medications prescribed for others but I had checked out the description of the drug and its uses on the Internet beforehand. Well I suppose you are wondering what the third misfortune was. Fortunately that one passed me by but I am on the alert just in case. E and I were expecting the delivery of our new garden furniture in Monday morning. We had waited almost two weeks since we purchased it. Now the weather is improving we might get the chance to use it.
Feel the Pain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I mentioned in an earlier post that the next time I would do any further work on our top room project would be Saturday. I had been working at an electrical job on Friday morning and in the afternoon I really didn’t feel like doing any more work of any kind anyway. I was feeling a little ‘out of sorts’ as they say and that niggling pain in my lumbar region didn’t help. I dragged myself upstairs to bed earlier than usual and it wasn’t too long before I was asleep. I woke up several times during the night though only to visit the toilet. I finally got out of bed around ten o’clock and felt reasonably better though the pain hadn’t gone from my back. That was enough to force me into submission and forget any ideas of work and I didn’t much feel like it anyway. I had missed breakfast and by noon was quite hungry so I prepared an early lunch. E was going out to her group’s monthly get-together in the afternoon and joined me at the table when I was almost finished with my meal. By the time she had left the house at one o’clock the weather had brightened somewhat and the sun was shining. I decided to sit out on the patio with a book for a time and then decided to dig out one of the recliners stored in the garage and hose it down before taking it onto the patio where I lay for a time on it. I could feel the warming sun’s rays on my aching back and slowly my pain was eased. Eventually though the clouds drifted in again and I returned indoors.
Line-ups for the 1990 FA Cup Final between Crystal Palace and Manchester United at Wembley Stadium, London, on 12 May 1990 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Saturday was the date set for the Football Association annual Cup Final game and this year featured Manchester United and Crystal Palace competing for the trophy. They met in 1990 competing for the same trophy. That time Manchester United won. I would be watching it on tv. as I usually do each year irrespective of which teams are playing. I could relax for a couple of hours and enjoy the match.
The advantages of having a house with 53 steps in it means I get plenty of exercise. The disadvantages include the extra time it takes to do any work at the top of the house! I reckon I am reasonably fit for my age (70+) but climbing those stairs a few times leaves me exhausted. For example, if I begin working on our current project too soon after breakfast and climb those stair steps (40 from the breakfast room) I am a little out of breath. After a while though descending and climbing them isn’t so bad but it is still tiring if I have to do it two, three or more times, which is often the case. Again the same thing happens after I have eaten my lunch. Obviously, well to me anyway, my body is being starved of oxygen whilst my food is being digested so exercise becomes more difficult. At the other end of the scale tiredness sets in through lack of sustenance and my age. Doing any work at the top of the house is always going to take longer because of these factors. Still I plod on. E will be finding it even more difficult I know as she suffers with her condition (spina biffida) which, though not severe, nevertheless impedes her movement somewhat. More recently she has been suffering with a problem around one of her knees and even as I write she is booking an appointment to have it X-rayed. Despite her afflictions she works quite hard and sometimes doesn’t know when to stop. I have to insist she stops before she will do so herself. So things take longer when we get older and we need to be more careful that we don’t rush. There isn’t a need to rush anyway but there is the need to keep active else seize-up! Progress has been good on the project, the walls and ceiling are fully painted and the woodwork that needed to have an undercoat, that is most of it, has been painted. E painted a large section of skirting but somehow managed to twist her back in the process. It took her quite a few minutes to manoeuvre herself into a position whereby she could get up off the floor. I could do little to help (she’s very independent). I had to suggest that I do the low-level painting in future for there is plenty of painting that has to be done at waist height which will be more comfortable for her if she insists on painting something. To be fair she doesn’t usually have problems but it proves just how susceptible we can be if we don’t take care.
Soft fruit and cream teas, Bake Farm After you have picked your soft fruit you can get tea and scones in the garden. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have been enjoying some extra time in bed recently for a change. Usually I am up early each day with work in mind. Old habits die-hard they say and that is so true for me. Having spent years getting up early it is difficult to do otherwise except if I have been working that hard I need the extra sleep. I wouldn’t have it any other way and I wonder why people would choose to waste the day lying in bed. Anyway it was Sunday, a time for leisure and a break from work but I had to do something. It wasn’t that good on Sunday morning as far as the weather was concerned so I remained indoors. I decided I would bake some scones as I hadn’t baked scones for quite some time. I had been baking cakes instead! It doesn’t take long to bake scones, no more than ten to fifteen minutes and even the preparation should take no longer. In all they can be made in about thirty minutes. It was almost noon by the time I had them baked and cooled down enough to bag and store them. I hadn’t had breakfast but only a banana and a fruit drink so I was ready for a meal. Each day I set myself the goal of eating at least eight to ten of the recommended ‘five a day‘ items of fruit and vegetables to maintain good health but I usually eat twice that amount and sometimes more every day. The powers that be now tell us that the five a day recommendation is the minimum we should aim for. I have always eaten plenty of fruit and vegetables throughout my life but I have also eaten lots of foods considered to be non beneficial too! Over recent years I have cut out most of the unhealthy things I once ate. I am not sure where scones fall on the spectrum but I am sure they are quite harmless. Anyway E and I will enjoy eating them, in fact not long after I had made them E had one. She was about to have a snack before taking her mom to see another of her mom’s friends a few miles away and she ate one of them. I wouldn’t eat one until after my lunch.