In Trouble With Bear

Actually, bear is in trouble with me, but he doesn't see it quite like that.

I went in to the study to start clearing stuff away for the evening and not only was the electric fire left on but the curtain was hanging off the hooks.   Bear said he had nothing to do with it, was completely unaware that anything had happened and could not be held responsible as he had been either playing football or playing on the computer.  I pointed out that he sat next to the curtain when he played on the computer.  Bear was quite clear, he hadn't done anything and he hadn't seen anything.  It wasn't fair.

It is plausible that one of his pals who was in earlier could have pulled the curtain open and tugged the wrong way so that the hooks came out.  However I refuse to believe that bear didn't notice it.  Half the curtain is hanging down and it looks a right mess.  He is grounded, he is not happy and feels the victim of deep injustice.  I may be sulked at.

Tomorrow I will be up and down step ladders.  The curtain poles are around ten foot off the ground.  I need to shorten them and sort out the mess that father made when he hung them all those years ago.

The bright side, and there is always a bright side, is that I will be sitting as I shorten the curtains and I plan to carry on watching tv as I do.

Doing Okay

I'm doing okay.

I have been out with DH's cousin who is always an amazing influence on me.  We just went for a natter but I always feel better.  DH had already done one tip run, but he now has a few bags in his car building up for the next.  I had a rootle through a small cupboard, a fiddle on a shelf through father's stuff and feel good about it.  Everything needs to be cleared!

I can't do too much, darn it, as my leg gets very painful and I suspect that it is inflamed veins so I should pay attention to the pain.  I'm going to use that.  I have more outstanding craft projects than I care to admit to, a backlog of tv I want to watch, and a necessity to be sitting.  Every break in the recorded programmes, or every sensible pause in the stuff without adverts, and I get up and do something for five minutes.  If I just stick to that for a few days then it has to make a difference.

If I can stick to it for a few days then I will get loads of stuff done, and loads of rest.  So far at least half an inch on the shrug (216 stitches on a row and around six rows to an inch), caught up on some hoarders programmes (see my Getting Sorted page) and cleared the stuff as above.

Do I'm doing okay.

Friday

Sorry about the pity party last night and thank you for your good wishes.  The leg is still sore, but I am optimistic that it will pick up.  

I have a new tumble dryer.  The delivery men were in and out at lightning speeds and I was left to do the unpacking.  I was good with that, actually, as it meant less time for them to notice the wreck of my kitchen and dining room.

I feel very guilty about what I have put bear through.  Yes, he had an awesome time going into work with his father, but he had been told his dad was picking him up and had guessed it was because I was in hospital.  He was so casual about just checking again, and again, and again, that it was okay.

The living and dining room are going to be staying a wreck.  I need to slowly reclaim the study so that it is fit for bear's first piano lesson of the year.  

The diffusers are working.  I get a gentle waft whenever I walk past.  I am happy with them.  

Feeling Low

The GP was almost certain that the cellulitis had gone, but was concerned about swelling in the leg.  She sent me into the hospital as she thought it may need a scan.  I got there @ 12.30, left at @ 6.30.  No scan.  There was one doctor working and a lot of people waiting.

It probably isn't a clot.  There is something wrong, and I am in pain, but I have no idea.  I don't have the emotional resources to go back to the GP.  The doctor at the hospital rattled through at such speed.  It isn't urgent, but I don't know what to think.

DH missed out on going out to see his friend.  He also had to leave work, collect bear and take bear back to work with him.  Bear had an awesome time and did some filing, but even so.  I can't believe the trouble I've caused.

I still need to move the tumble dryer.  I am on the floor as it is.  I will just have to manage somehow.

I feel like I am at the bottom of a deep pit.  So I am going to go away, sort the tumble dryer and go to bed.  Things will look better tomorrow.

The Weather Forecast Said Sunny!

It isn't sunny.  It is grey and damp and flat.  

I haven't got as much done as I should have done, but I am cautiously optimistic.  I am on the third night of short sleep and if next door keep having an alarm go off at midnight I will not be responsible for my actions.  A little extra sleep and I will move mountains, and I am sure my leg will be better.  

My favourite bra has met its end. The wire on one side has broken through and the wire is creeping up.  I have a sort of protrusion in the middle of my chest and it looks like the start of a scene from Alien.  If it gets much bigger it will pick up radio.  In my experience, once this goes then all the patches with tape and ribbon and extra stitching are in vain.  It's just gone.  

I am definitely going to try and get some time to try at least a practice at the quilting.  It is calling to me.  Bless - the introductory price for the quilt magazine is 99p.  I can't bear to think how much I have signed up to every week (£3.99) but if it makes a chance for me to do it then I will take it.

Hester - I forgot to mention your comment a few days ago.  It is one I completely support.  For those who didn't see it, it's here, Hubby has a colleague who boasted in 2014 about the thousands of £££'s he had saved on Black Friday. Unfortunately he'd maxed out two credit cards 'saving' money so it cost him a fortune in interest.
Hubby told him we'd saved more than he had as we didn't buy anything!

What Bear Says

This afternoon I picked bear up from school and asked him if they had done PE.  He said he had, it was dance and he had loved it.
'I can sign you up for dance classes,' I said.
Bear looked at me deadpan.  'Never'.  He has very clear views on this.

I had a fail and mistook the day taking bear to his maths tutor.  On the way back we spotted a large rat racing around near the houses.  'That looks so cute!' bear said.  'Can I have a pet rat.'  I am not going to have a talk about rats with him, especially as I suspect he was winding me up.  The appalled horror we had with the dead rat last summer seemed a lot more likely.  We are not getting a pet rat either.  I am sure that many people have cute, lovely, intelligent pet rats.  We are not going to be one of them.  If we are getting anything it is a cat.  Even this is looking unlikely.

Now I am settling down to recharge.  Tomorrow I have to clear everything out to make space for the new tumble dryer that is coming on Friday.  It's not so much the space that holds the tumble dryer.  It's moving the table and chairs and stuff and making sure that there is enough turning space when they come through the kitchen.  While I'm at it and there are people actually coming over to the house I may as well do a bit of a clean.  It was high on the list to be sorted anyway, especially now the stash of presents is out of the way.  There is always a bright side.

Darn it to Heck and then Darn it Again

And drat.  And poot.  And another darn.  The tumble drier has stopped working.

I can work round this.  Lots of people manage very well without one.  However they usually get things set up so it is easy to dry stuff.  I will now spend today rummaging, sorting, fiddling and keeping it all crossed that I can get stuff dry.  Everything is set up on the assumption that I can tumble dry, including yesterday's delivery of random bedding.  Sigh.  It would happen in a very wet English winter.

Bless - The magazine is 'The Art of Quilting' and you get a magazine each week with the materials and instructions to make a block of the quilt.  You also get instructions for another project and some articles.  If you get all the magazines and follow all the instructions and get it right you end up with a quilt.  It's an expensive way of doing it, but I heard it calling my name as I called into the newsagents and I failed to resist.  Also I am not resting my leg as I should, I suppose.  I think I need to snap out of my pity party.