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Date: 08 January 2005 14:47:14
No, not mine. Yours. Yes you - you laughed at my misfortunes, didn't you? I can tell that you did. Well, prepare yourself to feel guilty.
Not only have I got a huge bruise across my back but yesterday saw the pain in my back become several times worse. Smudgelet (who has a bit of difficulty with the concept of empathy) was in the kitchen with me yesterday and I turned and bent to give him a hug. Whereupon this rather hefty little individual (him, not me) decided that it would be great fun to lift up his legs and swing. OUCH! Needless to say, he found himself swinging further than anticipated and landing with a thud on the floor as I bravely explored my wide vocabulary in search of appropriate words to express my feelings at that moment.
Today I'm feeling frustrated. The boys are out all day, Dad's on the mainland, and I have the whole day to clear my bed, put the decorations in the loft, sort through our clothes for the Tsunami appeal, finish a mountain of ironing out of the way... and I discover I can't safely do any of it without setting off this interminable ache in my back. Even driving the car does it, so it looks like a bit of serious lying on the floor this afternoon. What a waste of a good day :( Still, I made the most of a bad job last night and consumed all my Christmas chocolates in one self-pitying go :D
The diet was already scuppered after yesterday in school. In order to raise money for the victims of the Tsunami, the school decided to have a mufti day and a cake sale. My wonderful colleague J decided to make some of her really special cakes just for the staff. It would have been decidedly churlish of me not to eat some, wouldn't it? Well, wouldn't it? Mind you, I must admit it did feel a bit wrong to be raising money for those without enough food by gorging ourselves on cake. Quite a few of the children felt sick after break!
The good news is that Dad has decided to go back and stay a fortnight with my other sister instead of coming home on Thursday (and me having to go across and fetch him). The deciding factor is that he has been invited to my aunt's 90th birthday party. He and I nearly fell out today as I explained to him that, much as I would like to go too, and much as I know he would really like me to go so that he can introduce his grandsons to her, I really cannot do it. Today was the first I knew of it, I have things planned that weekend, and to be honest, I can't afford the ferry fare or feel enamoured at the thought of driving for 5 hours on Saturday to get there and 5 hours on Sunday to be back in time for school.
Now, my back is telling me that I've waffled for long enough. Maybe instead of feeling guilty, you'll be feeling grateful!