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Hard_Up_Hester

Softstuff, he intends to padlock it eventually but it is a case of when he gets aroundtuit! It is an expensive gangplank as it doubles as a rescue ladder, however if it was needed to rescue someone he would probably refuse to get it wet!
It raining here, my kindle is almost flat, there isn't enough coming through the solar to put it on charge so if I disappear mid post you will know why.
This morning there was a weasel on the bank by the kitchen window, so beautiful but I know they are ruthless killers.

LameWolf

monnagran wrote: »

It's fine LW and Islandmaid, I am used to having my purity and innocence underestimated. I'm just a soul who us misunderstood.

I feel a song coming on.....

"Cos I'm just a soul whose intentions are good;
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood...."

Ok, how many of you now have that as an earworm?

monnagran wrote: »

I don't think I have ever achieved the level of boredom that makes cleaning the cooker an attractive proposition.

I have. Frequently. I have also rage-cleaned the oven before now. :eek:

Islandmaid wrote: »

Monna thanks - I know it's probably what my youngest lovingly calls a 'brain fa rt', but she is so fab, I hate to see her like this x

Saying that, a majority of my conversations with DH is about thingies and what's it's - the more worrying thing is he knows exactly what I am on about !!!55358;!!!56618;

Oh I love the "brain fart" comment. So much more colourful than the usual "brainfog".

My conversations with Mr LW either entail a lot of "dogberry firkins" or else I'm going "oh, come on, what's the word I want?" and expecting him to supply it. You have to laugh or you'd cry!

fuddle

Oh if only I could clean the oven

Hello all, long time no type. Hello to our new friends and Lame Wolf it's great to see you propping the fence up too.

Basically we were at the caravan all week until Friday. Every weather imaginable occured. The snow came thick and fast where I was but didn't lie although we had 2 days caravan bound as sommuch wet stuff had fallen that cars were having to be towed off the grass by the tractor. I mean, we're preppers so we just hunkered down and save ourselves the embarrassment. The last day though wow, spring was had. We wandered to the southern most point of Scotland. Cliffs. The name has escaped me. Mull Something, or Something Mull. Help me out? So embarrassing!

Unfortunately, although health wise I improve all the time, I am beat. I've lost all my fitness and scared to push it because I haven't had the all clear. Walking when I was away brought back those twinges so it has dawned on me that this is going to be long, one step forwards and two steps back.

I have been sad all weekend and I feel my mental health dwindle. Normally when I get like this I'm up and doing, anything and everything. I'm frustrated and scared because I don't do that this time. But I have a plan...

I'm going to set to researching one pot meals that I can 'chuck in and leave to cook' which will take me ages (a good thing, remember busy ) because I want it to be nutritionally sound for us all.

Then I want to suss out that fermented spelt loaf I saw a few weeks back so I can make our ever other daily bread with the hope that it will be a bit easier on my digestion and I can do something that is 'roll up your selves' OS just to appease my frustration.

I want to do some kondo'ing this next week as less stuff means less clutter, washing, cleaning etc. All people persons will be doing this for their kit.

Then I'm going to work out a housework rota and get the girls to help out more. It will do them good (although there will be moans) and it will help me out, giving me more time and energy for working the plot.

And in the short term I will try to get my crafting mojo back. I need to finish knitting a cardigan then I want to crochet a loose fitting bobble jumper.

So I may be sat and indulging in my poor mood but at least I recognise a problem and trying to work out a way around it. Tomorrow will be the start of my new life and I'll learn to embrace it.

ivyleaf

Aw, fuddle It will take as long as it takes, so be kind to yourself and try to be patient xx

LW That went through my head too (the song), and probably through monnagran's too


As far as trying to remember words is concerned, I usually enjoy the big general knowledge crossword in the Saturday paper, but the last couple of weeks I've found myself quite unable to fill in a lot of answers I should know perfectly well :mad: I think it's probably to do with the hormone problem though, as it's happened quite suddenly.

mardatha

Fuddle you're so like me. Which I know is dead scary. I went through all this stuff when I got bad ME although I was 55 which is very different from being 35. But it was a kind of rage, and it's still inside me yet now that I've got this new diagnosis. I get angry that the RV has to do so much, that I cause him a lot of worry, that I don't pull my weight, etc.
In the end though we have to sit back, breathe, smile, and just get on with our lives at a slower gentler pace xx. And I'm glad you enjoyed our lovely balmy Scottish spring. :D
Was it the Mull of Kintyre? I've never been there, I'm scared of that lot over there in the Wild and Woolly west, they're all mad!

pollie67

Hi. I usually just lurk and read along but Fuddle was it the Mull of Galloway you visited?

fuddle

Not Kintyre Mar, pollie67 you were right. It was Mull of Galloway. Stunning in the sunshine it was. Not much of a walk once we drove up there but with sun, grass, sea and the promising glint of heather to come, we will be back!

I don't think I'm angry Mar I'm hopeful I can get back to full cat power once the inflammation dies down but I'm aware this has been festering for such a long time so I am prepared for the results of the MRI (when I get the date of the scan through ) to burst that bubble. I'll be alright. I am lucky that we don't rely on me financially and that I can take it easy really. DH is having to do so much of my allotment prep though and that does make me angry. The allotment is my domain and I wanted to be independent in that. Still, small thing to be worked up over eh?

monnagran

Oh, darling, darling Fuddle, how I am with you on all this reorganizing your life business. I love it! I am never happier than organising my diet, planning a great declutter and making cleaning schedules. I give myself goals and steps to achieve them and equip myself with helpful books.

That's usually as far as it gets. As LW says, "My intentions are good." They just never translate into action. I'm sure that you are much more diligent than me and will follow through with all your plans.

Ivyleaf and LW, yes the song has been running through my head on a loop ever since I wrote that post.

mar is right, we just have to cope with whatever life throws at us, however cross it makes us. I've been lucky in that the slowing up didn't start for me until very recently and is due to age, nothing more interesting. I'm seriously annoyed though. I really thought that I was going to be different from other elderly people, but to my dismay I find that I am actually just a cliche. No different at all.

Anyway, decrepit or not this house has to have a good going over as I have another viewing on Tuesday. I moaned to the EA that I thought I had finished with all that now I'd accepted an offer, but he was very brisk with me and said that in view of the disappointments I'd had he was not going to take the house off the market until negotiations were a lot further down the line. I know it makes sense and he is really looking after me, but I am bored with this now. Added to which I can't find anything I like in the right location at the right price.

I'm following kittie's progress on other threads, as she is going through the same process and with the same difficulties. I did go to look at one bungalow that looked possible. However, the whole point of buying a bungalow was to do without stairs and this one had about 3 dozen broken, twisting, concrete steps from the road down to the front door. How I want one of those cameras that EAs use. The spacious rooms turned out to be so small I would have to join Claustrophobics Anonymous. The garden was full of sheds. Truly, about 5 huge sheds. There was barely room for a clothes line. No, thanks.

Never mind. As Mr Micawber said, "Something will turn up."

silvasava

Monna my gran used to say the road to hell is paved with good intentions!

Softstuff

Fuddle, sometimes things just take time and a heck of a lot of patience. Right now you have to take it easy, but you have to hold out for that light at the end of the tunnel, where your fitness and overall health improves somewhat and there's a bit of spare energy to use in something other than just getting by.

I'm thankful for the incredibly wet summer we've had. Given how neglected my garden's been, though there's plenty of weeds and lots of trimming, at least not too much has died while I haven't paid attention. I wanted the garden to be mine and mine alone, but heck, hubby has more energy than me, so he's weeding and helping too right now and I'm accepting it. Just .