I’m still feeling in the grip of the end-of-work-start-of-hols tiredness syndrome. Beginning of holiday time is the danger time for colds and infections, the body just stops to take a huge breath of fresh relaxing air and all the bugs whop in there straight away.
On the subject of grip though I couldn’t grip anything yesterday. I strained one wrist on the door at work the other day and then yesterday a thoughtless fling of the other hand connecting with the lock in the doorframe jarred the hand completely and I couldn’t do much at all. If I had wanted to get out of doing the housework it was the perfect excuse but as it was it was just an aggravation.
However, I managed to make the boy his carrot cake. And then I had to do it again because I realised that the first was made with plain flour instead of self-raising. I don’t quite know what to do with the carrot brick cake but it looks robust enough to make a paving slab for the garden.
Our guest duly arrived in the evening, was fed, watered and shown to his freshly tidied room. Only to find a soppy cat sprawled over the newly made bed in a cattitude of ownership. This morning I vaguely heard him (the guest not the cat) and hubby leaving to go off to France for their booze cruise at some unholy hour so that is the pair of them out of the way for the rest of the day. As guests go he is very easy - and even with his gluten intolerance, because he brings a lot of his own food with him.
2007-05-25 @ 09:15