I am having a small lie in this morning, in order to achieve maximum procrastination before my daily exercise and long 'to do' list, This over optimistic item, written with eyebrows knitted together, has already been scrunched up into a tight ball and thrown at two fighting cats. I now have one cat draped over both my arms with just my finger tips left, stretched out rigidly in order to type. Mrs Figgy Wigs is a delightful mog, and I have to pay her some special attention in the mornings, otherwise she hides and taps me on the head as I pass below the stairs in the hall or lifts up the duvet and nibbles my toes at the dead of night. So two cat cuddles a day and a violent game of 'chase bad cat' with rolled newspaper suits her fine. My other cat is disgusted by such activities and is a very aloof spectator. If I neglect to go on all fours to play hide and cat in the evenings, she will drag the rolled up newspaper to me., and nibble my ankles and put a paw up my trouser leg. Not so funny in the slightly dozy half light! The game is over once an entire newspaper is completely shredded and covering most of my sitting room. she then lies flat on her back with her legs open displaying two large fangs, which of course reminds me of many people I have met over the years.
I have a number of things do get done on line, but so far have been distractedly and feverishly writing what could be a ghastly novel,which nobody will read other than myself - although my husband is finding it very funny and checking that he is not in it, as if I would publicly write about him! Of course any likeness to anybody is purely a coincidence, living in a village ahem cough etc.
I have lately, noticed longer periods with no brain fog on the LDN, I am on a higher dose now. and even my itchy and scratchy show is receding with psoriaris planning to leave very soon. However I am feeling extra fat, I made a double batch of gluten free chocolate brownies with my friend's autistic son, and we had to do some very detailed quality control over a number of hours. However in the grand scheme of things I am just about a stone lighter than I was before I saw Dr BDP for my alleged imaginary slow thyroid. I still take my Nutri Thryoid and Nutri Adrenal extra and alongside the LDN, and although I have flares and live with other disease, I am significantly better that I was months back. I also stick rigidly to my D Mannose and other supplements which appear to have helped fight relentless infections. The other day prompted by the fact my children have been signed up for vitamin B 12 shots by their wise paediatrician. I decided to try some stick on patches of vitamin B12.. not sure if it worked or not or whether hocus pocus. In fact it reminded me of a distant boyfriend of mine who drove me nuts, actually we were mutually nuts as an item. He insisted that wearing another person's clothes would give you a dose of their energy. He was a great story teller, and was renowned for being sloth like about everything and very lazy, whilst consuming vast quantities of dinners, bribed and cajoled out of various ladies he knew. In fact one girlfriend before me christened him the slowest man in the world.
Having been nagged by all the inhabitants of a house where he resided, to take his turn at decorating, he duly borrowed and wore a pair of dungarees which belonged to a militant and ferocious feminist friend who was on all - accounts very full on and never stopped rushing around. He said once he put them on he became super fast and hyperactive and did all the decorating at four times his normal speed, and was unable to go to bed for twenty four hours. I scoffed at this tall tale and went about my business, on that particular day, it was pouring with rain, and to nip to the shops I popped on a rather natty little bright green belted 1950's gaberdine rain coat, which had been donated to me by my new partner, and had belonged to my eldest's great granny. .By all accounts a fearsome woman with a scolding tongue and a personality that had soured over decades with unremitting dissatisfaction. Having arrived in the post office I felt an overwhelming urge to thump the entire queue with my handbag, and tell them all off individually. The mac went straight in the bin and I walk home drenched in the process. The story teller of this theory now resides in a moth filled flat over stuffed with nostalgic furniture and could do with borrowing those overalls again.
Meanwhile current life trundles on.. I am still gluten free, although sometimes my particular lunches become an object of lets tease mum.. yesterday's cottage cheese and avocado on a rice cake, apparently resembled bird shit according to my youngest, who was enjoying a very different plate of food. However my recent glutening by local pizza parlour, (currently being retrained, and no I did not send somebody wearing great granny's rain mac), is enough to remind me to stick to it. My exercise is going well, although after a while I do notice that my clumsy foot stamping aerobics appears to turn into the sort of dancing you ONLY do alone. I soon snap out if it, the last two days I have been violently interrupted out of blissful disco diva day dreams by answering the phone. In the galloping rush to get to any of the three lines that ring, I have managed to get the pockets of my floppy and slinky cardigan caught up in various door handles, which due to my speed then propels me backwards into the room again. Sometimes the calls are from my husband, who keeps arriving at venues and leaving his headlights on and having long rambling meetings that end with flat car batteries and tangles of jump leads, but we have had a death in the family of a very old person which has added to the angst and they will have a storm fueled and very fitting send off next Monday.
I am still trying to sell the house, and its vibrant and startling colours are about to be beaten into house selling beige and white submission... this has irritated the entire household, but as i say.. it it not ourselves we are selling it to... wait until I get my hands on the next one...All this goes on with bands rehearsing in here and a large flow of teenagers swarming in and out. However our open house will have me looking very serene, letting out long slow tinkling laughs and selling what appears to be a an oasis of what you want to buy immediately. I have just come out of a ten day migraine.. and am now busy with the sanding machine trying to restore our kitchen surfaces to gleaming wood with no black rings from saucepans that HE puts there! Tonight as a reward for both working through lists we have unscrewed and red read! We are going to try and watch the last few episodes of Breaking Bad...the last one I watched featured a fly... which is all very well, but with surround a sound it had me swatting the back of my own neck at one point.
My friend Dithers likes to know what is going in it , but has so far not watched a single episode. During a spell in bed recently, she rang to report on her latest business trip to Eastern Europe. A conference in a stately palace projected her onto centre stage as her battered purple handbag, which I affectionately call the 'tardis' set off a major security alert. Having rushed off from security to join various table led demonstrations leaving a trail of paperwork in her wake. Her ticking handbag had been forgotten about..and appeared from behind a curtain on a conveyor belt and was immediately surrounded by swarthy thick set men with the sort of mustaches never seen any more, and one grey suited woman with severe central parting who looked like an extra from Prisoner Cell Block H. It was handed back to her with no smiling whatsoever.
I am due next Thursday to have a small holiday with Dithers in London, three whole days off which is very unusual for me.. she has promised to go into a number of incidents in great detail!
To be continued.
Mary F x
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