I’m typing this wiblog to stop myself doing anything else before bedtime. It’s been a day and a half and I think my body may be complaining tomorrow. This morning was aquafit (great fun, apart from discovering I am too buoyant to do some of the exercises! I really MUST lose some of this blubber!) followed by a great fun swim with the boys in the outdoor pool.
Smudgelet narrowly escaped being throttled today as he was at his most irritating. He just cannot look where he is going, listen to what he’s being told, do as he’s asked without procrastination (now where does he get that from?). I love him dearly but sometimes he’d be well advised to give me a wide berth (and any jokes about me already having a wide girth will be studiously ignored).
I definitely had no ulterior motives whatsoever when I talked through with M the jobs I was planning to do in the garden over the next few weeks. Honestly! The Smudgelets and I were hard at work out there – well, Tiddles and I were hard at work and Smudgelet was hard at procrastination – when M suddenly arrived with shears, secateurs, pruners, bin bags, twine, gardening gloves and a rechargable hedge cutter and proceeded to muck in with the rest of us. My dear friend with her arthritic hips and back and knees and totally undefeatable stamina led the way, cutting back the wild hedge, weeding, pruning and generally making the place look far tidier. We lesser mortals struggled bravely on, determined not to let her show us up (but failing, nonetheless!)
Mind you, it looks wonderful out there… and we still haven’t finished. She left after an indoor-barbeque-cum-cinema-evening muttering vaguely about tomorrow afternoon… and having inspired me with some bright ideas for the lounge too. So I’m resisting the temptation to get on with the lounge because I really do need to be able to move tomorrow. I do, really