Unbearable
I’ve been in crate rest many times in my life, due to health issues. This time I’m finding it unbearable. I’ve always been very patient and placid and borne it well. However, I think I’ve got to the point of just not being able to take it anymore. Quite simply, I don’t know what to do with myself. It has been two weeks so far, which means I have another four weeks to go. Mum has said that my moaning isn’t helping, but quite honestly, I’m not really sure what else to do. I’m uncomfortable and totally fed up. I wish my results would come through so that I knew what we are dealing with, but I’m still waiting.
Mum sat looking through some photos with me yesterday and obviously the time together was nice, but it just served to remind me of all the things I’m missing out on. And thank you to the reader who suggested I take up playing chess. The problem with that is that Mum isn’t a good loser and I really don’t want to upset her.
Survey
Mum and Pebbles completed the survey for the compost bins yesterday. Mum has started lining up the wood, brackets and screws that will be needed. She’s asked Pebbles not to run off with the pieces of wood. There is nothing worse than carefully moving all the wood you need for a project only to find that Pebbles has moved it to other locations around the garden. You’d be surprised how big the pieces are that Pebbles can carry. Seeing her with a six foot plank in her mouth is quite something.
Mum won’t actually start the work until she’s feeling a bit better. For the time being she’d rather look at work than actually do any of it.
Love and licks
Wilma
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