For a website.

F****d off with Mother.com

Think it’ll catch on?

I had tomorrow all planned. Get up mid morning (having been awoken at 5ish by Chris leaving for Scotland for the day. Yes, Scotland. Yes, daytrip. Yes.), go to the gym, have lunch and then get down to some work in the loft. Sorted.

Until the Parent calls this evening, asking if I can get her to the opticians in the morning as she’s broken her reading glasses. Scuppered.

Now I’m not so unreasonable to realise that Things Change. What gets my goat, is a) her assumption that I’d be free, and b) I’m 99.9% certain she broke her glasses through sheer bloody carelessness, because I’m always pointing out that she’s sitting on them, and she has previous for reckless damage.

Arse and indeed Fek.

When my boss queried something with me today, based on an answer I’d just given him to something else, I ‘fessed up that I’d got thre initial answer wrong. My actual words were : “I made a mistake, and…”

I didn’t get any further with this explanation however, as Boss then broke into a happy dance, and gleefully wrote my quote on the office calendar!

This in the same week that I found out one of our agents has nicknamed me The Headmistress, because I’m always telling him off!!

I’m not quite sure whether to be flattered or peeved!!!

As part of the whole shoulder thing, I had a physio assessment at the hospital on Friday morning. It seemed to go quite well, very thorough, and a programme of three stretching type exercises to help shoulder and neck muscles was prescribed, with a follow up in a month.

All well and good.

Until I woke up Saturday morning…

…totally unable to move my neck.

And in a LOT of pain.

Things didn’t improve much over the weekend or yesterday, so this morning I took my self off to the doc’s, and walked out with some sooper dooper anti-inflammatories.

Bloody hell - physio is supposed to make you better!

I was too caught up in the indulgence of Saturday and the agony of Sunday to publicy note Chris’ first anniversary of not smoking.

So -

WELL DONE CHRIS!!!!!!

(if this gets lots of nice comments, he may just forgive me & stop threatening to take up the evil weed again!)

We’ve established aerobics is not My Thing, but that more exercise is a Good Thing, so today I went back to the gym for the first time in three months.

My face was a perfect match for my bright pink t-shirt after an hour, but I *did* feel better for it!!

Mary update : had a comfortable night in hospital, and won’t be sent home without a full OT assessment of what she can/can’t do and what she needs help with. So some good will come out of this.

Years of panicking when Mum didn’t answer the phone & dashing over to find that all was actually well seem to have dulled my senses…last night I rang a friend’s mother who’s pretty ill with cancer, and when I didn’t get an answer, just assumed she was sleeping (which she usually is). Today, when I try again, I get a neighbour…who’s there with Mary waiting for an ambulance…she had a fall last night, and was only found by the neighbour this afternoon…

I know there’s no point in kicking myself, but it doesn’t stop me wanting to

Very bad. My left calf muscle has been killing me all day, and is showing no signs of getting better. Won’t be doing THAT again in a hurry.

Sorry Hutters, your allotment will have to wait!!

Today has been mostly very lazy.

In fact, if you take out one half hour aerobics class (which turned my face a very interesting shade of purple), today has been 100% lazy and indulgent.

I love health spa days

In response to Claire’s comment yesterday, yes, I’m pleased to say things are a little warmer on the work front. And not just because it’s considerably milder outside either.

Oh no.

I’ve rediscovered tights.

I used to really hate tights, and haven’t worn them for years, preferring hold ups if the need arose. But they’re a wee bit draughty at this time of year! So, I bit the bullet, and bought some lovely thick tights. Sizing seems to have improved somewhat since I last bought any, they no longer roll down and bunch in the middle as much, much lessening of the garrotting effect. And no Nora Batty impersonations either. And my legs are MUCH warmer!

Oh, and I’ve got a heater right behind my desk too

But still no heating in the Ladies

I’m currently 28 hours in credit…which will be more like 40 by the end of the month. And 64 by the end of February.

At least I’ll be getting paid for it! - and it’s virtually all being done from the comfort of my own loft, cats allowing of course. I’m getting very good at typing with one hand whilst supporting a cat with the other.

Yes, work is very, very busy. But it pays the bills.

Yup. Definitely NOT a good time to be working somewhere without central heating.

Especially where going to the loo is concerned.

Have you SEEN the weather forecast for the next two weeks????

Have a look at metcheck.com (really must learn how to do links) - and then go out and buy every hot water bottle and set of thermals you can find!

This is NOT a good time to be working somewhere without central heating…