3 Too Many

 “Never say more than is necessary.” – Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Spent the best part of the night sleeping on the lazy boy down stairs as the bloody back packed in. I must have started snoring loudly as the dog was looking at me in horror when I woke. Makes a change as she snores loudly herself.  Not sure what woke me anyway but get up and head back to bed for the last couple of hours rest. Wake then at 6:20 and up and into the day. Bloody Wilson is in fine form still and giving me hell. Difficult to do anything with a year-old arm. I can’t hold soap in the shower, hold a cup or cutlery, as I have no fine motor skills and no feeling in the ends of my fingers. At least the spasms have stopped for now. Manage to eat some breakfast then get ready to face the day.

All pile into the car and hit the road as dropping boys at school today. Then head to the office. Not feeling brilliant but doing ok. Start walking in to the office and the face starts to spasm. Try to hide it as I walk past a woman as it would look like I’m sneering at her. The spasm subsides quickly thankfully and I get into the office. Nice to be back in the office. Have a quiet day then head of about 1pm. Arrive home in agony as my back is that sore. Have a rest and try to get mobile again. Nurse Maude calls to check in on me, all good. Then the wood delivery man arrives with 4 cubic metres of firewood. Sue collects the boys and we all set to work stacking away the wood in the shed. Have a right little production line going. It doesn’t help my back any but get the job done.  Head inside and cook dinner. Sit down then and do the blog. Hope it makes sense. Hope you’ve all had a good day. Take care.

Kia Kaha.