I have to start with a laugh these days or I'd never keep going. Yes, I very nearly gave it all up yesterday. I couldn't find a thing to say, my brain is disappearing into some blackhole and it's all hanging by a cosmic string. So I was sitting here deciding when I knocked the flat screen over the back of the table but no damage done with my foot breaking its fall. It also took the lamp with it and all my bits of paper with irreplaceable notes and bits of blog ideas. Lots of swearing involved in getting it back up plus prayers that nothing had happened to it. I might have found some
And mother has lasted another year. Depression at the back of my mind just waiting for the wrong moment to gallop out and hit me. The yawning black hole of 2016 stretches ahead, visit, recover, visit and on and on. She is more tired, in bed more often than not and has another chest infection. For the first time she has all her cards finished and filed and isn't doing any more. The boxes, usually all over her corner at this time of year, are neatly stacked. She watches only her favourite dvds and doesn't bother with the others. And Christmas is only 25 days away but StarWars is only 16 days away so she can go after either date but not before. Besides I haven't paid for her teeth yet.
Sister is still in pain, poor thing. Yes, that's a poor attempt at sympathy. And pink cricket balls?
Abbott planning an insurrection? He couldn't plan his jockstrap right way round. Malcolm T, sounds like a stateman, speaks
So pleased I did not fork out the loot for the ritzy walker. I now have several other choices for the money. I'm almost there for a dishwasher but can't afford the plumber. A shade cloth over the front patio but what a waste if I win Tattslotto and build the conservatory I really want. Concrete ramps at all the outside doors because I'll kill myself lifting the bloody walker over the steps but have you had a quote for concrete lately? I don't nearly have enough for that. I keep getting junk mail for a cleaning service, how lovely but I couldn't let them in before I cleaned up and if I cleaned up I wouldn't need the cleaning service. A freestanding exhaust that goes over the stove, I could do that but I can't afford the carpenter to rip out the cupboards over the stove to put the exhaust up. That would also involve a plasterer and a paint job and God forbid that I should disturb SuperMouse who is still alive and not fried because he's made a nest out of the insulating material between the stove walls. Which is really why I don't need a freestanding exhaust because I bought a bench oven so I wouldn't have to put the big one on. Don't laugh, it's perfectly rational to a humanitarian.
I've missed a lot of science stuff this year including my darling boys who won a heap of awards and I've only just found out by Internet stalking because they've been overseas so often this year I haven't been able to catch up. Thank you Abbott for dismissing Science as fiction in favour of your Bible studies.
And in case you are wondering, the cat is fine.