Every day a winner

There is a fine line to taking care of one's self by resting up and just wrapping yourself up in cotton wool.
My ex husband bless him, fell into the category of wrapping yourself up and retreating.
I think I have got the balance right, knowing when to push myself and when to take to the sofa and read or watch TV.
Last night I was just left bemused.

I had a 'Greek night' booked with a group of friends that I really wanted to go to and I knew that if I rested all day and didn't do anything stupid at night, that I'd be fine.
The most strenuous thing that I was planning on doing other than eating and drinking was a bit of clapping. I was being driven there and back again, plus I knew that my friends are only to happy to do the journey to the bar for me, so I was sorted.
Now I know and you all probably know by now that I hate it when wearing my oxygen specs, but when the belly dancer who was quite insistent, told me to get up on my chair and wiggle my ever growing belly, I did rather wonder what planet she was on.
Durr hello!
When it came to the plate smashing for luck, I thought I could do that at least.
Err... I was told by the little round 'Greek' dancer/musician with sweat pouring off of him, that I had to do the 'Zobra' dance first...Ok, so not going to happen.
He did let me throw a plate in the end after I stood there looking like someone had stolen my last five pound note, but unfortunately it didn't smash so no good luck for me. No change there then!
Strangely enough the thing that tipped me over the top, was the two cups of coffee before bedtime. I was buzzing until 4am.

When I had got myself together enough, I took mother back down to Maldon for a picnic lunch again.
It was absolutely glorious there, as there was a Spring tide due to the full moon tomorrow night and the estuary was at it's highest. The river was really busy with sailing boats, rowing boats, motorboats and the odd jet ski. Fab, I love it when it's so busy like that, it's all so interesting to watch.
The boating lake was busy too with crabbers and remote boats alike and behind us rather large kites were being flown.
There was cherry blossom blowing about in the wind, but the car was lovely and warm with the sun streaming through the open windows and I have to admit that I felt a snooze coming on.
I went off to sleep with happy memories of me standing under the cherry trees in our old garden at the farm house when I was about six years old with my sister's best jiving petticoats, one pulled up under my armpits and the other on the back of my head like a bride. Of course no bride's outfit would complete without your sister's best stilettos on clip clopping around in the mud!
Strange how little things like falling petals summon up such colourful images from my memory filing cabinet held deep in the back of my mind.

Also when we were driving home, mother spotted a field where we all used to go strawberry picking when I was barely a young teenager. It takes at least 20mins to drive there by car and we would have biked there and after a backbreaking day of earning about £1.50 because I ate more than I picked, we'd cycle back home again. I guess mother was right when she said that all that exercise has stood me in good stead for now to keep me strong through this illness.
For a mad old bat, she does say some enlightening and sensible things!

Now though, I feel a long hot bath and a relatively early night.

Lots of love Debbie x