Yo, Sexy Muvvas!

Happy Muvva's Day, all.

Although every day is a mumsie's day.

The dear daughter came for tea today which was lovely - we nipped out to see if Charlie would appear, but I wasn't hopeful as it was late afternoon and chuffin' freezing. But there he appeared in his tree.
Kez asked if he would fly away if she tried to take a photo, I said probably not.

And fly away he did -

right onto his food tub!

Great to have someone there to get a photo - he then walked round and sat inside the tub before flying back to the tree with a beak full of goodies.
I am absolutely chuffed to bits!

('Scuse the roots of my hair, I am in dire need of bleaching!). (I have bleach, have dye, have a dreadfully painful neck).

Robin Whisperer, that's me.
As Kez pointed out, he didn't budge until I spoke to him - he definitely seems to like the sound of a human voice. (I say he, no idea if he is a he at all!).

I am perfectly happy with the neighbours thinking I stand and talk to the tree every day.
;-)

It is absolutely BITTER out there tonight, so stay warm and safe. First time my washing has frozen solid on the line in a few years! Mum did point out that's probably because I am not usually daft enough to hang it out when it is minus figures ....

Film for me now (Limitless) and knitting (cobble) - which is trickyish but enjoyable. Slow, very slow as my hands are hating it but I think it will be worth it. And chocolate.


Keep warm!

RozzzzactemrazzzZZZZzzzz ...

Knackered.
This must be the damned infusion - I am so tired. Tired doesn't begin to describe it really; utterly wiped out, want to cry, drained beyond belief, too tired to go upstairs to bed sort of tired. Then get into bed and have nightmares. Yippee.

Tired and spotty. How nice. My skin broke out last time and it's not great at the mo. Buggerit. And an upset tum yet again.

The annoying part (well, annoying apart from having the shites and zits and being wiped out), is not quite knowing what is causing what. The methotrexate always upsets my tum, by rights I should be a skinnyminny. The RA flare ups make me exhausted as well as in pain. ME obviously clobbers me. Have never had spots though so I am truly blessed.

What next? Piles? Guinea worm? The clap?? Tis a good job I don't have a social life I think, with this lot I would be a social pariah anyway ... get thee away from the spotty farty short-arse in the corner, kids!

Today has gone something like this:

• slept okish thanks to double sleeping tabs last night, bonkers dreams as usual
• lay in bed working out what hurt and how tricky it would be to get down stairs
• looked at the clock, sighed, wished it was later
• got up, inspected spot situation, fed PSidney, fed the birdies, had painkillers, rang mum, had piece of bread, went back to bed
• repeated all except feeding birdies a couple of hours later
• sat on settee
• sat on settee
• etc

Throw in a very temperamental internet, phone that's working as effectively as my body, not being able to warm up, hands too sore to knit and yippeedooooo, it's a wonderful day!
It's what, 6.36pm - and all I want is to go to bed. But as my tum is doing ominous crampygurgly things I can't risk it yet (upstairs = bed, downstairs - bathroom), hence this post.

Grrrrr. Plus I suspect I smell.
;-)

Right, mutter over. I will try to summon the energy for a bath (unlikely), a piece of toast (possible), ringing mum yet again (inevitable) and watching tripe. Toodles and keep warm.

My mum

Discussing how hard I found it getting out of the bath the other day, my arms had zero strength in them.

'What you need is a pole dancing pole thing and one of those strap ons.'

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Absolutely no idea what that was meant to mean and didn't want to find out ....