Thursday

Hey peeps,

I am back. Please excuse the lack of blog, I have been distracted and everything stacked up.
I am clearing the backlog.
I managed to do the washing, wash the car, get the housework done, do some banking and bills and shopping, and get work done today.
My back is a bit better and I have physiotherapy first thing tomorrow, annoying as I have to get through the school traffic.

A lot of people are viewing my blogs to see my reaction to Ashenden or to see what is written about him.

Haha.

Well. He has been made a Bishop!...In a sect with 300 members.

err, yeass, well.

Anyone silly enough to think I don't like the idea, I find it hilarious. He is a bishop in a 300 person sect. He is lower than a curate in the church of england. Fitting and deserved.

Yesterday I had an optician appointment, I was working near there, so I changed my shirt, took a jacket potato break and wandered in for my appointment, my boots smelled a bit sweaty and I had no shoes with me so I felt a bit self-conscious. But there were funny magazines to read, so I didn't mind.

The eye doctor said my prescription wasn't too much changed, slightly stronger, and I finally had the confidence to ask him about my eye infections.
He told me it is called blepheritis or something, and you won't believe the first stage of trying to cure it!
I have to use baby shampoo, and wash my eye-lids with that every day!
Ouch?

As for other infections, still an issue, still on hydrogen peroxide.

I have physio tomorrow, the opticians again, to choose my glasses, and next week I have dentist. I was due to see the psychologist for the first time this week but due to circumstances, I have postponed that. Lots of appointments. Haha.

Life is like that sometimes, you are plodding along smoothly and it plays roller coaster.

My back is improved and I have been on farm duties as well as work, the rebel hens are still playing.

I go and scoop them up when it gets dark, a hen under each arm, to the barn.

There they sit going
'Cluck! what happened?!'

'The clucking human got us!'

'Cluck that!'

Hens are rude. They are also awkward to carry.

Tomorrow I have two jobs if the weather allows, the property managers want me to do  the flats, and I have the old lady, if that isn't cancelled.