Getting back to it

Last night I went to my first morris dancing practice in weeks. I was late – I’d been meeting a potential new leader for Guides, and we gabbled for about an hour and a half (always a good start, talking your heads off, but a new record for gabbling time, and it put me very behind schedule!). So I was late. I managed a half hour of dancing time, and it was glorious. Grin-making glorious. And I didn’t get overcome by the cough, and my peak flow is nearly back to normal. All is well with the world. Our new bag is also extremely efficient, and is cajoling us to reply to polls, and confirm whether we can do events. It is so nice to be organised in advance. I don’t want to overdo the exercise though. I’m still recovering. Itchy to run, but still recovering.

So I’ll go for a run on Friday morning before work. N went this morning, and I slept through him departing. This is unusual – I’m generally awake and unable to get back to sleep when he gets up early.

I’m then going to do the local 10km on Sunday morning, as a longer run test. Not pushing too hard – just to get some miles in my legs and have a medal for the effort. And a banana. Love me a post-run banana, as I may have mentioned before now. I’m useless at buying the things.

Then, next weekend, we’re booked to do the Thames Meander Half Marathon. It’s a lovely route. Very flat. Scenic, along the Thames, and I reckon if I take it slowly, I can probably manage it. It won’t be a PB. It will be enjoyable. Plus, the vicar-wot-married us will probably be running it, as it’s on a Saturday, and he wants to be faster than me, so he’ll probably achieve that, and he’ll be happy. I may have mentioned this before now.



Timing. It’s everything

I started a cold on Wednesday night. I haven’t had one since February. This has rendered me prone for the past two days (I managed a shower yesterday as I felt so grimy). Today I managed to get up and drop off an overdue parcel. I am now having a recuperative sit down and looking at the lovely flowers N bought me to help me feel better.

I have a new Wes Anderson film to watch, Bottle Rocket, and the documentary Iris, which is about Iris Apfel, a 93 year old Style Maven, whom I read about in Stylist mag. I popped into the CEX on the way back from dropping off the parcel. Yes, I should have asked N to drop it off but I wanted to get some air in my tubes. I am now wobbly as anything and slightly regretting the excursion. Why is the common cold so debilitating?

N is at the new house. He’s met the decorator, is fitting the router, measuring for the fridge, and has moved his car to the garage (priorities!). I am trying to muster interest for lunch other than a Pumpkin Spice Latte. After that, I intend to

  • Wrap L’s birthday present
  • Sort out tax return documents Started. Three are in the mail…also, it transpires I’ve not done any filing for about a year. I am surrounded with bank statements now so, a late entry to The List arrives below.
  • File bank statements and the like.
  • Collect up gift aid documentation
  • Take the laundry off the racks It’s still a bit damp. I’ve put the heating on
  • Maybe put it away
  • Follow up New Leaders. Follow up New Leaders’ references that are outstanding by actually direct emailing the referees.
  • Collapse and knit

This may be ambitious of me. Here. Have a photo of my Color Affection in progress. And the most recently completed socks.


Wobble Wibble

I’m over being ill. I really am. I made it into work on Tuesday, spent most of the morning recovering from getting in to work, had an epic fail at concentrating, and stayed home the rest of the week. My peak flow is still shot (well, it’s now 10% down, instead of 15% down – but that’s with oral steroids), and I’m so bored with being ill. I am over this. Except I’m not. I’m tired, frustrated, unable to do everything I want to, and I just had an epic two day panic about guidemin and camp. For no apparent reason because, actually, none of it is quite as arduous or complicated as I am making it out to be. Send gin.

I’ve just hit the guidemin for two hours. It is now, more or less, under control. There’s a handful of emails that can be sent tomorrow (or, rather, today – it’s nearly midnight), after I’ve been to a training at HQ.

It’s been an exhausting week. In part, the excitement of the new Guide Promise contributed to this. It’s something I’ve felt passionately about, but I’ve just been so drained by being ill that I’ve not been able to work up the excitement that I really wanted. However, I’m very pleased. It’s a #promiseforall. Finally, everyone I know who doesn’t believe in God, but who is an excellent Guide leader can make their promise without lying, tying themselves up in knots, or telling themselves that ‘God’ stands for what they do believe, even if they don’t believe in God. The new promise doesn’t discard God (regardless of what the Torygraph or the Daily Wail would have us say). We promise to ‘be true to myself and to develop my beliefs’ from September. If you believe in God, then, God is still there. Just not explicitly. If you believe in Science, well, you’ve got full reign. If you’re a satanist, you’re probably not going to join the Brownies anyhow, because it doesn’t really go with the ‘helping other people’ ethos. And we will continue to do that regardless. The Brownies and I debated it this evening. They understood the new promise immediately. It was SO much simpler than the previous debates we’ve had. They just got it. It was simple, they could understand it, they made sensible, thoughtful comments, and I hope they will make their promise gladly in September (there seems to be a degree of apathy about the promise in the current batch).

Oooh. I’ve just remembered. I have a potential new Brownie. I must go and send an email. Before I totally forget… right. That’s done. All up to date there. I probably ought to contact all the parents and ask them to let me know if their daughters aren’t going to show up any one week. It’s perturbing when they just don’t show up. Oh. And someone’s phone number needs updating in the system. I need a list.

  • Update phone number in GO, print new emergency contacts details
  • Print Science Museum letters
  • Commissioner Training
  • Decide if we’re well enough to go to my parents’ for an open garden thing on Sunday
  • Supermarket
  • Laundry, including changing the sheets
  • Hoover behind the sofa
  • Pack up baby hats for neonatal unit, and toiletries for Give and MakeUp. N.b. Notes to go into boxes
  • Knit a hat for Owen Begun. It’s going to be a red telephone box. And I’m kinda making it up as I go along.
  • Continue to make reusable cotton pads (these are awesome, and crocheted. I am wrecking my right arm with crochet again)
  • Try not to panic and feel overwhelmed because, really, the perception that it is an overwhelming list in no way actually reflects reality.
  • Email CC about Constitution/AGM
  • Write up a Constitution for Division
  • Check A’s qualifications
  • Pay for long service badges
  • Tidy craft corner in sitting room

(you may grasp, from this list, that I actually dealt with various of the emails while blogging. Since they don’t exactly show on the list anymore).

I’m sure there’s something else. But I have a trusty notebook. And I can write it in there. When I remember it. For now, I’m going to finish watching American Dad, and eat some Sour Patch Kids.


You know, sometimes it feels like yelling into the wind

This weekend has been one of those weekends. So many messages sent, unheeded, unanswered. Did they even arrive?

Or was everyone avoiding my germs as assiduously as I was trying to not share them. Well, other than with poor N, who has the same revolting cough as I.

It’s annoying. We wanted to go running, go to a pig roast. I wanted to go to a stitch and bitch with my friends. Instead, we were quite simply, ill. And it was not fun. I even ended up taking Friday off work ill. Today I’m WFH, and I have no concentration in me at all. Infuriating.


A chest infection…

Code milky green! Code milky green!

Except that was yesterday. Today it’s code “take the day off work and ewwwwwwwww!”. No-one needs my hacking cough near them, and it’s much simpler to manage if I don’t have to get all prissy near my desk.

Add in that I’ve managed to burn myself on my hwb (ladyache), that the tiler’s coming at 2pm, the Japanese leaders at 5pm, and that all I want to do is crawl away and sleep, and I’m not having the most fantastic day.

I have obliterated a bluebottle with a cushion though. It took 15 minutes patient tracking, but I did it! I did it!

I’m now going to eat lunch, and hide on the sofa, and try and finish the second sleeve of my cardigan, and join up the yoke. If I feel energetic, later, I might post pictures. However, I’ve spent an exhausting 15 minutes tracking the bluebottle, and prior to that there was a lovely debate about Guiding (I honestly did enjoy it, but it was quite intense), so I’m not promising anything. Apart from to take more care with the hwb when I refill it. Red lines on one’s tum are not sexy.