Tuesday, 1 September 2009
The Lake District's next top model
I have just popped indoors a moment, taking a break from building an ark in the back garden.
Seriously, the weather is being ridiculous. And yes, I know we chose to live in the Lakes and that it is fabulous, and that it is a wet place, but really...two solid months of downpours? I can't remember what the sun looks like. If it isn't pouring , the clouds are gathering. Every one of our rain coats or waterproofs is soaking wet. Anyone who comes through the door looks like a regular drowned rat. Surely, we are going to get some autumn sunshine soon? PLEASE?
My ratty mood has not improved. Can you can tell? I am now in bed with pancreatitis, brought on ( again) by the evil gallstones. I have had blood tests today and have been threatened with hospital ( again). I am seeing the consultant on Thursday and I am seriously considering chaining myself to his office and refusing to leave until he promises to take my gall bladder out. Is it really too much to ask? Can I please get on with my life?
Anyway, I am now lighter than I was when I got married. Soon I will be the same weight as when other half and I met. After that I will be a parisian cat walk model and everyone will be criticizing me for being ' far too damned skinny'. Ok- I am a little off the last stage, but it gets closer every day.
Anyway, I will leave you all now, and will return to my clear liquids and bed rest. Grrr