One thing leads to another

Ok hadn't quite got the mixture right today.

Felt really, really bored this afternoon, so I thought I'd chance it and walk over to mother's bungalow as sitting about is no good for anyone and the sun was out, so why not.
Got to her bungalow very out of puff and sat there for ten minutes while she moaned about how bored and lonely she was. Now I love my mother to bits, but I hear this on a daily basis and as she had my eldest sister around this morning and my middle sister round yesterday, I really couldn't hack it today and after just ten minutes I was making my excuses to go home. I felt hot and really out of condition.

Of course one thing leads to another and as I walked past my newly emptied wheelie bin, I could smell it. So as penance for being a chief bitch to my mother, I decided to boil up a couple of kettles to wash it round with some strong disinfectant. Ok not the brightest thing to do when battling with pneumonia, but if I didn't do it now, I'd have to wait another two weeks to do when empty again.
Remind me not to be house proud or wheelie bin proud in future, as where your lungs are struggling to get oxygen into them, this action makes your muscles in your neck stand out like Arnie Schwaltzi do doh's and they hurt like hell with the strain. Plus I had come out in a cold sweat. Good move Deborah, you silly tart!
I wheeled it round the back of the bungalow and while I was leaning on it to get my breath back, my neighbour asked how I was and while doing this, my friend Barbara had come to the front, thought I was out and went home. Damn it, I'll stay bored next time and as this afternoon was a catalogue of errors in the end. Sorry Barbara, but thank you for the candyfloss and book which I found on my door step... Ooo there's a lot of leaves blown in around my doorstep... er no Deborah that can wait for another day!

Lots of love Debbie x