I’m a Grumpy, Ill Person

As I lay here and type this out on my laptop, I’m surrounded by all kinds of potions, syrups and capsules, tissues and blankets. The cat is sleeping on my legs. Yes, I’m ill. I don’t know if I’d go as far as saying I’ve had ‘flu, but it’s been a Very Very Bad Cold. Well, at the moment it’s more like an Annoyingly Hacking Cough and fatigue. I look even crappier than usual.

After a night of coughing, I couldn’t actually ring into work because I’d lost my voice. Not that I mind too much at the moment because I don’t have an awful lot to say to people, generally. I thought I was getting better on Saturday and ventured out for three hours to the hairdressers. By the time they’d finished, I was ready to crawl back under my duvet and sleep away the rest of the day. Since then I’ve just been housebound. It’s really knocked me for six, whatever it is I’ve had. And it’s not like I can really rest properly at home, given that next door are having their bathroom gutted and refitted, and living in an old semi-detached house, we get to hear every scrape, bang and wallop. Joy.

The really annoying thing is that I’ve actually got a hell of a lot of work on at work at the moment. For me, it’s fairly important stuff and the longer I’m ill, the more I’m going to have to work my socks off when I get back. In fact, they’ve had to take over writing what I was supposed to be involved in, and I’m so frustrated by that. Hopefully there’ll be more scope in the future to get more involved. Urgh, I’m so rubbish right now!

The other thing, of course, is that everything at the Smallest Smallholding is shooting up around my ears. Grass needs cutting at least once a week, weeds are springing up in every available nook and cranny, there’s about six million seeds still to sow, and anything that has been sown is either a big load of crap, or needs potting on.  It just feels like it’s all slipping through my fingers at the moment. Mum has been our saving grace at the allotment, because I’ve managed to spend all of about an hour and a half down there in the past month. I NEED to put aside so much more time if the reality is to match up to the grand plans in my head.

Maybe I’ll just go and do a tiny bit of pottering outside later on today. It feels good to get out in the fresh air and move around a bit. I’ve been so bored and fed up being stuck indoors with no inclination or energy to do much more than eat half a sandwich and sleep.

Thing is, I’ve noticed that since I’ve not had the hens, it’s been much easier to shut myself away and lose track of what’s going on outside. Because I don’t HAVE to be out there every day in any capacity, I’ve lost touch a bit. That makes me sad. We can’t get any hens right now though. It’s just not the right time for a multitude of reasons. I’ve even had thoughts of digging out ponds and ducks, but I do tend to have these flights of fancy, forgetting about the real groundwork that still needs to be done. No, when I’m better I’m just going to have to pull my socks up, take the proverbial bull by the horns and just work like mad over the summer. Now night isn’t drawing in until around 9pm, I’ve no excuses. None whatsoever.

Being ill is so boring.