Any old iron?

Thankfully I had a better day yesterday after my dose of the weekly Thursday blues. I even had a spring in my step which turned out handy when it came to doing my rehab class.
That is one of those things that you dread having to do...exercise...but after you have done it, you feel like a million dollars. Ok probably not quite a million dollars, more like £2.50 in my case!

The good news was that I got my results back from the lab regarding my smear..and were negative incidentally...but the timing was very impressive as I only had it done last week and the results came by post which can take ages even with a first class stamp on. Just shows that there is such a thing as a rush job when needed.
I had the letter faxed off to Papworth as my doctors hadn't received the results, which I'll give them the benefit of the doubt it could be true, but as they put the results of my 2008 test in the wrong column, nothing would surprise and I didn't want to take any more chances.
After talking to Papworth, it didn't look like I was going active yesterday, as they still have to be quadrupled checked yet again by the doctors. I reckon this is going to be like waiting for a bus, you'll wait for one matching donor and six will come along all at once!


Today has been just a steady day.
My friend who loves cleaning and being helpful came round and washed the bungalow down from top to bottom, scrubbing all the bits that need a bit of elbow grease and that I can longer do as I haven't the energy. Plus she can use bleaches etc, which again I can't do as when leaning over them using them and breathing in the fumes, they make my breathing ten times worse.
It looks all lovely and shiny like a new pin when she is finished, windows inside and out sparkly, woodwork, worktops and kitchen sink gleaming, you get the picture.
I'm not a tramp believe you me, as I keep my bungalow clean and tidy, but the spring cleaning jobs that you do once a month are sadly beyond me now.

So I went over to my mother's while all this was going on and supervised her shed clearing exercise. My son couldn't do it in the end, so my friends stepped in and ferried the junk down to the community skip that comes once a month.
My mother now has the hump as she thinks that I have thrown away valuables rather than a broken lawn mower which my brother blew up, a knackered hoover which I gave her my good one when hers blew up and I then had to buy a little one that gets filled up in minutes, because she refused to buy another! And a variety of junk, including old washing up bowls, the mouse chewed seat off of her deck sun lounger, mouse chewed seats off of I've no idea what and odd nameless things that looked far from being treasures!
And I upset a lot of spiders on route, as they had their homes ruined and made homeless in this exercise and I really can't cope with spiders, especially angry ones!

I need a very long lie down now.

Lots of love Debbie x