After my flight to Scotland, as usual I got sick! Not badly sick, I didn't feel ill as such, I just didn't feel well. Apart from Friday morning when I felt very horrid. But very strangely I had a meeting with a colleague and it really lifted me and I felt better after that. Who knew a meeting could help.
So not much excitement really happened last week. On Saturday I woke up still not feeling great, but not feeling terrible. I headed down to the butchers to get our meat and to take the dog for a walk.
For a November day it was lovely the sky was blue and the sun was out. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. So when I got home I decided it was time to put the Christmas lights up. They'll not go on until December, but that's just a few weeks away now. I always try to put them up when it's a nice day, I'm not sure why people wait until the depths of December when it's usually horrible and very cold.
Husband is one of those people that waits. He puts up the lights that require going up a ladder - I'm too accident prone and I'm also very short. Most of the things I need a ladder for he can achieve just by stretching up. In the old days when I was young and bouncy I didn't let this stop me, but now I'm older and I ache all the time anyway, why would I risk it! He said he'll do his today - it's raining today! That said I'm about to go out and sweep up leaves. Just doing this whilst I'm waiting for 11.00.
It's remembrance day in case you wonder why I'm waiting until 11.00. I'll do the 2 minutes silence.
After doing the lights it was time to start supper. In a moment of madness I'd decided to do a Katsu curry from scratch. It literally took hours. It doesn't help that I'm getting sick and tired of cooking for people every Saturday. Basically doing a dinner party every single week. This means my entire Saturday is spent cooking. The person who has been coming for 10 years on a Saturday doesn't work the same hours as me and literally doesn't appreciate it. They turn up on a Saturday telling me all the wonderful things they've done whilst I've been cooking.
When I stated doing it I was in my 40s and couldn't go out because my son was young. Things have changed and I just want to rest a bit. I wouldn't mind if on occasion we were invited to their's or if they offered to pay for a take-away once in a while.
That said the curry was absolutely amazing (even if I say so myself). So I will do it again, but I've got agreement from the rest of my family that they will pitch in and help out so I'm not spending a whole day on it on my own. So that's a start anyway.
Later today I'm going to go to the garden centre to buy a few more lights to go on my sexy new patio. I'm beginning to feel Christmassy - which is great - it's my favourite time of year.
Last night when getting a can of coke in the utility room I knocked a bottle that landed on my foot. About an hour later I went to get another can and did the same thing! My whole foot came up in a massive bump. It's so strange because when anybody else hurts themselves I know what to do immediately. When it's me I'm at a loss. In the end I asked myself - what would you do if it was son - immediately I knew to do a cold compress and raise my foot. It's a lot better today, but I haven't put shoes on yet - watch this space.
I know this hasn't been the most exciting post ever, but it is what it is.
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