I must say it is getting right busy on here, if you don't log in for a day, you miss so much. It is almost becoming a full time job.... Talking of jobs, mine is going fairly ok. Have number one son helping again tomorrow, so a day off. Despite having a good weekend and limbwise feeling soooo much better, I woke up this morning absolutely knackered. I must have woken up every hour to go to the powder room and in between I didn't know whether I was dreaming or half a wake thinking, but I was just tired out! I was glad to get up to have a rest!
So I was veeeery slow getting going although the limbs feel ok, I do have achy arm muscles and my back (across the should blades) is in the words of the kiddliwinks... caning... (I know funny word but brings back the old school days of when you got a whip across the knuckles with a bamboo stick, from some frousty old school master with sadistic tendancies and half rim glasses.)
Now where was I...oh yes work. So work was purgatory ( I apologise if you are Roman Catholic I do not mean to offend) and I arrived home lunch time searing back ache and blinding headache. So what does Mr Shepherd say. Ah dear, can you help me get some sheep out this afternoon?????? Really....? He had been doing so well too. He had been very supportive, doing the little jobs I told him I had trouble with (even though I was feeling better and could have done them, ha!) and even telling one of our friends who popped in for eggs, how poorly I had been and how I needed looking after.
Then today he blew it. Well you can't have it all.
So I am finishing off these ruddy accounts, I have already put the chappie off once, last week and he is due to come this week. He is going to look at whether or not we are making any money (we're not) whether we can make savings (we can't) and whether we can carry on farming (we can't). But not wishing to be negative, I shall assist him in his job. So you haven't seen me......... right?
I think that was how the pome went it was my darling batty old Gran, she had another pome about a black cat sat on a sewing machine, I digress
So when I didn't see you, your poor old not literally joints are not playing the game.
Well rest when you can and remind the men that even if you haven't got a plaster on it your Sore...
Mine ran over my toes with the shopping trolley he was helping me Ta dah
tricia
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Hi ya Julie, the trouble is people/family seem to think that your somehow going to get better and that's it. That's what I found at first anyway I know people mean well but they don't seem to grasp that this is for life.(sorry) You feel well one day and oh that's it your ok now!! If only that were true.
I'm rubbish at maths so would be doing just about anything instead of the accounts if I were you! Sorry to hear that 'he's' gone and forgot, that's men for you...sorry blokes but it's true. This evening my other half has come hobbling in with a swollen up ankle (looks frightful) and I had to stop myself from saying something along the lines of 'well, now you know how it feels...' Eeek
Mand you are so right. People keep expecting it too disaper and its as if it should clear up with a bit off cream and a few paracetamol!!
If only!!
Yeah we are all up and down and I can get it through to my friends how I can do things some days but not others!
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