Ah the great British weekend is over and what a lovely, but busy weekend it was too. Fab weather which makes everything so much better and gives you so much more energy.
I managed to do all my housework on Saturday morning, bar the front room window which had to wait until I got home tonight. I worked like a little demon. Washing done and on the line. Every room polished and dusted. Bath and mirrors sparkling clean and even the cobwebs brushed off the ceiling corners. The went on to make Mediterranean roasted veggies for Matt's BBQ tomorrow and still fitted a trip to the cinema to watch Bruce Willis, not to clean it silly. No doubt about it I am a domestic goddess!
Sunday I went to church in the morning with Reni to chat to the minister about the wedding... why do they have church at some ungodly time such as 10am? I'm sure more people would go if it was 30mins or an hour later, or is that just me being a heathen?
Went on to my nephew Matt's BBQ which was a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon, even if he did say I looked like a 80's disco glitter ball in my new sparkly t-shirt the little sod! He's been calling me Alan Carr for over a year now thanks to my buck teeth and what were my fashionable glasses in their time! I was in such a mellow mood when I got home that I turned back into a domestic goddess again and spent a happy 30mins ironing while watching TV.
Didn't even get that stressed when I found huge spider in my bathroom, sitting on my towel... yuk... why now, far too early for spiders? They said at work, that it was because it's too hot for them and they come in for a cool down. Can't help but think that this one was so big it had squatters rights and I did go to bed with my trusty spider catcher close by just in case it used it's grappling irons to skimmy up the wall to break in through my open windows!
Needless to say with all the housework and one eye open for part of the night on spider watch, I was knackered this morning and had real trouble waking up and not only did I have to go to work, but I had to go to rehab afterwards. Hell I hated exercise before I was ill and here I am doing it in high temperatures... are they mad making us do this?! One of the old girls in my class told me that since leaving school 65 years ago, she's escaped doing exercise and now she is 82 and on oxygen, she having to do it twice a week! She is such a sweetie bless her. We do have a giggle in these classes, well we did until I got cramp in my calf muscle and then she didn't think I was as innocent as she first thought after exclaiming how much it hurt in Debbie talk!
Still I returned home and after sorting out mother's dinner, I washed my front room window and then had to cut a hedge back as I had trouble getting my wheelie bin down the side of my house. Why is it that one job turns into another and then another?
So all you fit people, no moaning that you are tired. This domestic goddess is now hanging up her toga and is going to pour herself out a brandy!
Los of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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