My “back to normal tomorrow” post on the 18th proved an extremely over optimistic prognosis. However, I am out of bed (though have had a strip ripped off me by my mum for this reckless manoeuvre). This thing has practically floored me – I’ve had shakes and shivers, bizarre fever dreams involving giant lilies, aContinue reading “19, 20 & 21 viruses in overdrive”
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17 Flower arranging video clips
On Day 17 of Advent, in the window between taking the granola out of the oven and solving the latest knitting crisis, I found myself mesmerised by the tiny flower arranging videos my phone sends me when I should be making him indoors a promised coffee. My head is now awash with the thoughts ofContinue reading “17 Flower arranging video clips”
16 painful squats (at least)
Day 16 has proved rather swings and roundabouts territory. See for yourself: Santa’s elf is still slightly tired, achey and testy, but I do think my tolerance levels are gradually improving (Keith and Mum will not agree, I suspect, each having caught me at the thin end of various wedges today – but really theContinue reading “16 painful squats (at least)”
15 is a bloody annoying number
Today has been filled with thwarting annoyances interspersed with minor successes, so pretty much a mortadella of a day. It started badly when, having resolved to do my physio exercises, the equipment had gone a-missing. Cue an hour of cursing, door slamming and generally prowling around like an avenging angel. Thankfully, the aforesaid items turnedContinue reading “15 is a bloody annoying number”
Thirteen+ neighbours boozing (with their chums)
We have now moved from the traditional 12 days of Christmas items, to the neo versions for days 13 to 25. The above seems especially apt as tonight is the Ruthven Seasonal Pizza Party for the neighbours. I am getting my blog in early as I’ll definitely not be fir for it tomorrow (which mayContinue reading “Thirteen+ neighbours boozing (with their chums)”
No pipers piping – the icing was all done yesterday!
Day 11 and I am somewhat pooped. Last night was the second of a typical three day insomnia fest. Nights aren’t half long when you remain conscious and rumbling about with what can only be described as random spam running through your brain. Thankfully, a spin around the coo circular in close to freezing temperaturesContinue reading “No pipers piping – the icing was all done yesterday!”
10 special reruns
The nearest I can offer to a leaping lord is Keith, who is in physio this evening. He could be leaping…. Mum went home to Selkirk today to do important Christmas things. (Mum being absent, Lyra now considers herself abandoned and sat woefully by her chair at dinner , wondering who would give up halfContinue reading “10 special reruns”
No dancing, but some prancing.
The rain deigned to stop this morning. Dog walking and gardening therefore resumed. As a result, Christmas Elfery was limited to the hour or so between peeling off the muddy gardening clothes and our penultimate pilates class of the year (which, as mum is at great pains to point out, is one more than sheContinue reading “No dancing, but some prancing.”
six moos a haying*
With the geese departed to their winter homes, a substitution was required for day six and the Hirsel coos were willing to form a sextet…. Keith was off to Nottingham today for a football match. I had great plans for progress whilst he was away but I fear they mostly did not materialise. My onlyContinue reading “six moos a haying*”
Four golden rings, one tree and a small rectangle
Today rose bright and sunny. What the blazes is going on? It is December, I repeat, December. Leaving the quartermaster in charge of securing more eggs and evaporated milk, Mum and I took Lyra for a walk round the back of the loch. Half way round we hit the olfactory heights of fox. We triedContinue reading “Four golden rings, one tree and a small rectangle”