Up The Farway Tree

Just a Spoonful of Sugar...

Well, it has been a much quieter week. Thank goodness. Health wise I really needed some rest to try and get over this chest infection, which has lingered on a little longer than normal. I do feel like I am getting somewhere now, but will be getting checked out at the clinic on Tuesday just to make sure the IV's have done the trick. I also took delivery of my new oxygen concentrator, so hopefully it will allow a more restful sleep and make me feel a bit more refreshed in the mornings. I have only had it for 2 nights, and today I did feel more alert and rested so it looks promising. I suspect however that the real test will come when I get myself back to work (hopefully this week).

My good news of the week is that I have booked tickets to see "Mary Poppins" when we are down in London for the awards. I have my suspicions that this would not have been Andrew first choice of show, however I have been gently trying to enthuse by giving him regular renditions of "A spoonful of sugar" and "Chim Chiminey" (complete with actions I might add). I do wonder if karma was at work when after one too many outbursts of "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down" I then suffered a 'sugar incident' when unpacking the Tesco shopping. Having taken delivery of my internet Tesco order, I was trying to unpack the bags and put everything away. This activity does make me considerably out of breath - there is something about bending down that makes me really out of puff (tying shoe laces are surprisingly difficult). I finally got to the end of the shopping bags, and was carrying a bag of sugar across the kitchen before standing on my tiptoes and attempting to launch it onto the top cupboard shelf. I was nearly blinded by the spray of sugar granules, before realising there was in fact a hole in the bottom of the sugar bag. Looking over my shoulder, I could see a trail of sugar making a glittery path across the kitchen tiles, along the work surface, and into the cupboard itself. Feeling tired and breathless I momentarily considered the idea of simply closing the kitchen door and leaving it for Andrew to deal with. But I'm not that cruel. Instead I opened the back door for some fresh air, started sweeping the floor and then climbed on a chair to reach the sugar laden shelf. Balanced precariously on the chair, feeling considerably out of breath as I try to clean the sugary mess, I see Seb out the corner of my eye, trotting past in a nonchalant manner, carrying one of my trainers. I dived off the chair to try and avert the impending danger, but it was too late. He was out the door and half way up the garden, rolling about in the wet grass with my trainer. Obviously having no footwear on, I couldn't go outside and Seb ignored my cries of "come baaaaaaaaaack". So, in a mature fashion I shouted loudly out the back door "Well you can keep the trainer. See if I care!" before slamming it shut. I really hope the neighbour wasn't in her garden.

I have been doing a bit of painting this week, as we are smartening up the bathroom, so needed some new pictures. I won't say much about the bathroom itself as it is a work in progress. Suffice to say that when Andrew asked to borrow my dad's 'stud finder' and 'pipe cutter', my dad made an emergency visit to find out exactly what he was up to. I'm sure it is all under control. Anyway, that also reminded me that I promised to post a picture of the sunflower painting I did for mums new kitchen a few weeks ago.

Sunflower

Bathroom Pics