First Daisy of my year

A much quieter week this week. I mentioned last week that I felt a bit ropey. One way or another it was the mother of all colds. I actually think that it was COVID, though I did do a test and it came out negative. It's just that it carried on for ages - still battling it now - so that's almost 3 weeks of feeling rough. But my resistance is low in January and February. Also my ear has started playing up again. They said it would take 3 months to be right so I'm not going to do anything about it - still a month to go before the 3 months is up. It's not that bad, just a bit concerning because it had been feeling ok.

I've got a real chill in my bones at the moment, it's warming up a bit and oddly as soon as it started warming up I started to feel colder. I spent a lot of the weekend hugging a hot water bottle.

Aaaaaaaaaaanyway, that's quite enough of me moaning and feeling sorry for myself.

It was a good week at work last week. Managed to achieve a lot, which is always a good feeling. 

Husbands car has gone into garage, they gave him a hire car - a rather flash electric Mini (jealous), the day after he got the car he stood outside my study on the phone. He asked me if I could drop him off at the garage - I was nearing the end of my working day and so said I could in about 15 minutes. 

15 minutes later he headed off in his hire car and I headed off in my car. As soon as we hit traffic I couldn't believe how much there was - basically we'd gone straight into rush hour. After sitting stationery for 15 minutes my mind started to wander. I suddenly though 'if he's got a hire car why does he need me to drive to the garage???' - I mean it's a fair question. However, I was by then in the traffic with no turning back. 

His car was in Portslade, which is about a 20 minute drive normally, but with all the traffic it ended up taking about 40 minutes. By the time I got to his garage I was in a foul mood. Turns out that the whole journey had been because they'd said the hire car needed to go back - but his car wasn't going to be ready for him for at least 10 days.

At least it wasn't a wasted journey, but I was none to pleased to be thrown into rush hour traffic. I've done enough of that sort of driving in my working life. 

On Saturday we did some serious car juggling. Husband wanted to go to Portsmouth for the football and I had an opticians appointment in Peacehaven. Husband wasn't keen to go all the way to Portsmouth in son's roller skate car so wanted to borrow mine. Given that Peacehaven isn't far from us I was happy with the Roller Skate. Though I did warn husband that the trip to Portsmouth would be the longest continuous journey for the car since all the issues towards the end of last year. I'll be honest I was quiete relieved that it was him that would do the experiment.

So we all headed off in our odd cars to do our stuff. Opticians went well, still no problems with my eyes. I consider myself very lucky. A whole lifetime (so far) with no need for glasses. The only issue I have as I get older is that I can't read small text so I have reading glasses all over the house for food labels and medicine packets etc. But I'll take that.

In the evening I'd booked us into a VERY unposh restaurant for supper. A stonehouse. It's sort of a low end Toby Carvery (I did say very unposh!). It wasn't as a treat, it was simply because I couldn't be bothered to cook, so having a super cheap carvery seemed like a good idea. It was also somewhere I could have a nice meal with loads of vegetables, useful because I'm trying to stay of carbs again.

Last time I went off carbs was during COVID - as I was on furlough it was reasonably easy because I had plenty of time to prepare carb free food. It's no so easy now I'm working, but I'm going to try to stick to it. Once you get into the habit it's easy, but like giving up anything - the first few weeks is a challenge.

Son drove us to the carvery, it still blows my mind that he can drive. His driving test is getting ever closer, but frustratingly his driving instructor has said that he can't teach him any more (nothing against son, it's to do with driving instructor failing his instructor test!!!). It's bad timing really, son knows how to drive very well now, but he's taking his test in Burgess Hill and he has literally never driven there. So I'm not sure what's he is going to do. But he seems to be an excellent driver so all going well it will not make a difference. 

When we got home husband and I sat down to watch telly and drink far too much wine. 

As a result of which Sunday was a bit of a wipe out because I was sore of head. I took the dog for a walk (which is where I spotted the first daisy of my year), changed son's sheets and really achieved very little else until I prepared supper in the evening.

I am so over cooking. It's just so boring, but we can't eat out for every meal. I'm thinking that I might perhaps start getting more prepared stuff so all I'm doing is prepping vegetables and getting something out of the freezer. It's just that I don't actually like ready meals. On the whole they are pretty grim. I'll work out something and I'll be sure to bore you with it when I do.

And that was it really a pretty quiet and unexciting week. But you can't roar through life every day can you.