In the spirit of B2B I’ve changed my wake up time to make up for the new shift because I found yesterday it’s too tough to try to exercise in the evening after 10.5 hours at work and not getting in until 9 then still having to eat. I’m getting up a bit earlier to fit in some exercise and today I did some low impact Pump it Up. Might try something a bit higher impact tomorrow if the shoulder feels ok today. Continue reading
With two long walks over the weekend and a fair bit of exercise during the week not to mention no real food disasters I thought I might get a decent result on the scales this morning. What a disappointment. Even after I’d weighed myself three times just to be sure all I’d lost was 0.6lb. This was really not what I wanted to see and it made me wonder exactly what I had to do to lose weight. Continue reading
Shopping in the village
The sun is still shining here but it’s very cold. Of course this made getting the central heating problem fixed a bit of a priority. Winter is on the way after all. The kitchen has dried out nicely but there is still a horrible stained patch on the ceiling so I guess we need to think about getting some paint and putting that right. I wonder how many calories painting burns? Continue reading
Broken shower
What a wonderful start to the week. Still half asleep, I was in the shower, my hair all lathered up with shampoo, when there was a sudden woosh. The water stopped dead although I could still hear it running. Trying to wipe the stinging bubbles out of my eyes I peered at the shower. Sure enough there was still water but it was running out of the body of the shower instead of the shower head. A broken shower what a perfect start to the week! Continue reading
Boiling kettles it is then
Sometimes it feels like I lurch from one disaster to another. Mini commando asked me to look at his head this morning because it itched and it hurt. There was a large red, weeping sore right on his crown, his blonde hair matted through it. Looking at it gave me a clenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. He may be a man now but he’s still my baby and it is somehow harder to see your child injured or in pain than to be that way yourself. He said he felt hot and unwell. Continue reading
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