The days are passing at an alarming rate, rapidly multiplying into weeks, and then months.
It’s hard to remember what day it is let alone what the actual date is… and having just glanced at the date in the top right hand corner of my MacBook – crikey! it’s the 10th of June! A few weeks ago I found myself wondering how far away Easter was and then remembered that it’d been and gone…first May Bank Holiday / second May Bank Holiday / Jubilee Holiday – both gone. I see posters for things on at the theatre pasted to walls around the city centre and find myself thinking ‘oooh that might be interesting’ only to realise that they were on weeks or even months ago – they’d just not been pasted over with something new yet.
Firstly, apologies to anyone who finds what I write interesting enough to read on a regular basis and has noticed my absence…I’ve been preoccupied. The days are flying by at an alarming rate and when I look back, I don’t seem to be doing very much with them – apart from working – which is a good thing and something I’m immensely grateful for. I guess it’s just all part of getting back into the rhythm of things again.
It’s strange how quickly my focus and priorities have changed around again…I’d previously started filling my days with grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning, washing and ironing – that kind of stuff (and writing of course!) - whereas my days are once again filled with the job (which is coming along fine – a steep learning curve as with anything new, but I’m getting there…), and evenings are trying to fit in grocery shopping and making our main meal, as well as ‘decompressing’ before going to bed. Cleaning has definitely taken a back seat – the vacuuming only gets done when it’s REALLY irritating me (and as I look at the carpet in front of me, that may be soon…), and laundry when we start to run out of key things – both are shameful I know, but hey…
Well, there I was last Friday, reading through posts from blogs I subscribe to when blow me down! What did I see but the name of my blog in the list of blogs nominated by Joes Primal Scream! Thanks Joe! (By the way Joe, the first two words of my reply were written whilst I was in shock )
A feeling of mild panic set in shortly after.
There are a few rules that go with receiving the reward, two of which are that I’m to:
- nominate up to 15 blogs that I’ve recently found or follow, picking ‘blogs or bloggers that are excellent’ – ok, that’s relatively easy – I’ve found (and in quite a few cases, am now following) some brilliant blogs over the past few weeks!
- tell the person who nominated me (and obviously anyone who reads this post) 7 things about myself that they don’t already know from my blog. The one that caused the mild panic…
(If you want to know anymore about it, here’s a link to The Versatile Blogger Award site).
So, with my trusty blog ideas notebook within easy reach for when inspiration struck, I sat down and desperately tried to think of humorous things to tell you about me – well things you might find funny anyway – ready for when I put my post together on Monday. After several glasses of cava and eventually hearing my bed calling to me, I’d only managed to write down two, neither of which are remotely funny (sigh). It’s now Monday and I’m desperately trying to think of the other five…
Ok Jacquie, don’t panic…Let’s do the ‘easy’ one first! The nominations!
I’ve just been doing my daily browse around WordPress blogs. As part of my daily routine, I go and visit those bloggers that have either clicked ‘Like’ or commented on specific post, or bless their cotton socks, have chosen to ‘Follow’ me. I always like to read the ‘About’ page of these folks - it helps me try work out how I might have managed to pique their interest, or see where we might have similar backgrounds or interests.
I’ve noticed something a little embarrassing on my part though – there’s a bit of a pattern to the comments other bloggers have left them on these pages which makes me realise I’m a TERRIBLE blog host!
Comments along the lines of “Hi xxxx, thank you for following my blog / liking my post” or “I found you! Thanks for stopping by! Looking forwards to reading your posts!”
The alarm went off at 7am. We’ve recently moved it forwards half an hour to let Mike get a bit more sleep.
It was a bad night. My chest and throat are STILL playing up – even after two months. I’d gone to bed early as I was absolutely wiped out, but hadn’t been able to settle - I’d laid down and got one of those dratted tickles and tightness in my chest that started me off cough, cough, coughing until I was truly hacking away just as Mike came to bed. I toyed with getting up but was just too tired, instead I laid there and concentrated really hard on stopping the coughing reflex… I eventually managed to get to sleep for a few hours, and then waking. It felt around 2.30-3am – my usual time for rising out of my only period of deep sleep but as always I checked the time on my phone. I take it to bed with me as our morning alarm is on it – with windchimes ready to gently wake us… Much better than an awful radio station. I turn off all the bits that might make a noise or distract me with flashing lights though so it’s just a clock.
10.18pm? It certainly didn’t feel like 10.18pm… Mike came to bed around that time and I knew I’d had some sleep since then. I took it Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve found it really hard this week to write anything on my blogs. A mixture of apathy and illness have left me feeling sorry for myself in general.
There’s a pretty nasty little bug going around at the moment and I’ve got it (again) – sinus infection / chest infection – both have left me pretty much a sleep deprived, unsociable and unpleasantly noisy gunk monster (I know…too much information…).
Cough mixture , menthol lozenges and paracetamol are my bosom pals. I’m even attempting to sleep propped upright (my last resort when it’s bad like this), but that just means what little sleep I get (almost free of feeling like I’ve got an elephant sat on my chest pricking my lungs with a very sharp knitting needle), isn’t exactly ‘quality’.
This is the third time it’s visited since December – the dratted thing thinks I’m an hotel! (No matter what anyone says about ‘h’s’ being treated like vowels and needing an ‘an’ rather than an ‘a’ before them, that just looks so wrong!). My immune system is usually pretty hardy, but this one is punching through my defences…I blame it on having my appendix out last October… Grrrrr…..! Even my poor husband has almost gotten to the end of his tether with my cough-cough-coughing through the night. I think it might be getting a little bit better though – just a little…