A whole week has not so much slipped by, more it has lumbered along wearing lead boots and belt weights.
I managed to wrench my right shoulder, arm and neck somehow, the week has been spent popping pain relief pills and doing just about nothing. There is still residual pain and stiffness but at least I can move my arm and turn my head without squealing like a stuck pig.
No crafting, cooking or gardening has been possible, on the bright side there has been no washing up, laundry, dusting etc.
Thankfully Ben has had volunteered walks and all the necessary jobs in the house have been taken care of.
Of course just as I am able to move, albeit gingerly, insomnia has reared its head. I have gone through a stack of books, waded through an ocean of telly, I discovered "Alaska, The Last Frontier" and have followed the families tribulations and triumphs.
Imagine 8 months of winter and just 4 months to grow, harvest and preserve enough food for the year.
I could just about manage the reverse, but having said that several months crafting non stop sound great, not to sure about trekking through snow to the outhouse though.
I aim to ease myself back into routine so telly will once again go on the back burner, I have read myself sick of books so am looking forward to some normal activity. How some folk sit and watch telly all day and night is beyond me, I am literally aching to move about and do things.
It is Lidl say tomorrow, Maggie and I are being collected and chauffeured, I am not allowed to drive till next week. I was escorted into Ammanford yesterday, a quick visit to 2 shops and home again.
I stocked up on a few basics from Wilkinsons and picked up new nail brushes for 50p each. The food industry do not allow them, they can be breeding grounds for bacteria, I just spray mine with a debac mix of white vinegar and water every day.
Now I am back off to bed to see if Morpheus is waiting for me.