My list ran out and although I blogged more rules I hadn't written them into my filofax so I decided to have a bit of a free choice week.
I have been feeling a bit blurgh - I have a permanent sore throat, which gets worse as the day goes on and have intermittent earache. By bedtime each day I feel like I have a mild fever, my face is flushed and hot on a couple of times I have been that convinced that I have a temperature that I have stuck the thermometer in my mouth - I sit there it goes beep and mocks me with my 'normal' below average temperature :/
I couldn't face actually speaking to work - physically couldn't do so I texted in to say that I had been signed off.
I am feeling better - but then that's because I have kinda 'ignored' the whole issue this week and instead have been doing other things. But the anxiety is there, underneath lurking, waiting to erupt again.
So my photos - again each has been taken on the day just doing a catch up post.
Monday 16 January - Day 141
Tuesday 17 January - Day 142
I felt up to taking Ferd for a walk today - not far, just to the local playing field and a tootle round the graveyard, a quick 'hi' to Mr D H Lawrence.
Anyway I was absolutely disgusted by the amount of dog mess not just on the path and up the little lane towards the graveyard but also all over the playing field. Seriously if you are not capable of clearing up after your dog then you are not a responsible owner and should NOT have a dog GRRRR
The picture is of my Dicky Bag, some might say expensive (I did at first), but I saw the benefits of one on our doggie holiday and all I can say is money well spent (no more juggling bag of poo and camera).
Wednesday 18 January - Day 143
My sick note - still not totally sure about stress, think more a combination of stress, depression, anxiety and ME - trouble is I don't know the doctors and they don't know me so it makes it all the bit extra difficult. Mt old doctor knew me and ME and everything.
Thursday 19 January - Day 144
Ferd finally managed to get into his bed - normally its occupied by a cat. The only reason that he is in his bed is because I came over with a case of housewifeitus - I did a rather large pile of ironing that had been mounting up. Ferd tried to clamber in top of my clean washing (which was piled on the sofa) with rather muddy paws so he got shouted at hence the rather grumpy/resigned expression.
Friday 20 January - Day 145
I was trying to sneak up on Mr Mouse and get the white hairs in his beard - instead the photo makes him look ginger. Now I have nothing against ginger. Ginger Nut biscuits are very nommy, but Mr Mouse is not ginger. I think all the white hairs are just highlighting the natural 'strawberry' tones.