It's been an enforced quiet start to the year at the end of a Suffolk lane. December was spent dashing about here there and everywhere so it was nice to be peaceful with no rushing for a few days, although I would have preferred not to have had the nasty head cold,which seemed to take away every ounce of energy I had left after getting wood in, laying the fire and keeping it lit, feeding the cat, and getting myself a constant supply of hot drinks and some food.......The problem of being alone is no one to make you a cuppa.
The charity shop had been shut for a couple of weeks and I volunteered to go in for the morning of the 2nd, the first day open in the New Year. Hadn't got a lot of ooomph for going up and down stairs so stayed on the till while the manager cleared the windows of the Christmas stuff .
On Thursday, finally the cold had gone and I used onions, 2 cans of plum tomatoes, dried basil and a squirt of tomato puree to make some Pizza topping, used 1 portion for dinner and put 3 boxes in the freezer, then used the juice from the tinned tomatoes plus more onions, grated carrots and chopped celery to make some soup. Can't remember when I last made soup because I went right off it last winter, but it made enough for 3 lunches.
Then after just one day of feeling completely well again I spent a nasty and painful 24 hours with a stomach bug of some sort - heavens knows where that came from - surely too many days had passed to have got it from family on Christmas day, although they did have something similar after Christmas. I don't like the fact that after so many years of hardly ever being ill I get two things in a week, is it an age thing or the result of being out and about more to meet more germs? or more likely just bad luck.
Although the bug had gone on Saturday I felt rather washed out so it was another days rest ......at least some library books have been read (Books Read 2019 page has been started. I read 108 in 2018!) and the seed order sent off.
Looking at Sue's Challenging Myself Blog, I feel extreme guilt as some leftover food that I would normally have eaten or turned into something else and frozen just got put out into the compost or rubbish bin. There was just no wish or energy to eat it or sort it.
On Sunday, (feeling 98% well rather than the 50% of Saturday) I ventured out to visit Son, DIL and Willow for lunch. Their Uncle was there cutting down and clearing some tree stumps and stuff cut down last year from their garden so they were cooking him a roast as a thank you. Good to have lots of chat and lap time with Willow....now mastering the art of waving as well as clapping! I asked the family if they had been given any strange Christmas presents but no one had had as many as me................the strong smelling shower and bath stuff that I can't use, the book from someone else's Amazon wish list and a book called "The Almost Perfect Christmas" for the year of my first Christmas without Colin........I will read it but maybe next Christmas.
Yesterday and back to swimming. The pool was nice and quiet which makes it easier to plough up and down and I managed 32 x 20 metre lengths with just 3 x one minute pauses. 32 x 25 metres non-stop is what I used to do way back in the early 1990's, when I was much younger and a stone lighter so if I can just do a few more lengths I will be very pleased.
And Finally ...............How did I forgot to put this Christmas present photo on the blog? A pressie from Willow's Mummy and Daddy.
Already, just a few months after these photos were taken, the grandchildren all look so different.
|Son and Willow. Me, Florence and Willow from last November and from a few months earlier last year Jacob and Willow.|
I do hope you don't think this is a post looking for sympathy for being unwell! it isn't and I realise I sound ungrateful for Christmas gifts.....it's another case of hating waste - even if it some other persons money.