A lot of shite !

Thursday evening I was just pottering around wondering what to do as I didn't have to help an old lady in to bed when I suddenly came over all peculiar,shivering and sweating and wobbly,you just know don't you when it is going to be a proper illness........Within the hour I was effectively glued to the bog with a bucket on my lap,I was so poorly I really did think it was some kind of poisoning,but it turns out my friends hubby was coming down with it at the same time as me,not only had I not eaten the same as him but I also hadn't even seen him,so we must have a carrier in common,I must ask my friend if she ever goes by the name of Typhoid Mary or perhaps Cholera Susan.Well after 18 hours of very dodgy tum I still had a roaring temperature,so I ended up in bed for a total of 36 hours except for getting up for drinks,the loo and to make sure there was no-one wrong here on the internet.
Although I am effectively better now I am still finding that at even the slightest exertion I am sweating and wobbly,it also feels like I have a super hangover,except none of the pleasure of the drinking.
My new sofas were meant to come today,having been delayed twice already, thanks to a van double-booking and a death,Sammy and James drove to pick them up from Nottingham in his works van and broke down just as they arrived........

my sofas are currently in James van being towed down the A14 by a nice AA man,the van will be delivered to the 'unit',up the industrial estate,I suppose that at least they are within two miles of me now and if I get desperate I can ride up and stroke them........

Is anyone else sick to the back teeth with what is passing for politics and news at the moment ?

We have the Cons screaming the end of life as we know it(not such a bad thing if you ask me) if there is a hung parliament,Labour are screaming that a vote for the cons will also end the world,everybody and their mother are trying to knock the Clegg man down from his recently achieved pedestal.When will they all stop making stuff up about each other and start to speak some truths about their own policies .

Now this Popish brouhaha going on is really annoying me too, some civil servant type has been moved to another department (same punishment as ratface was giving the child molesting priests)but the reality is if you read the list they are all sensible things,not some mottley collection of insults.
It is my NSHO that rattburger should be giving it some of this .
Why do we forgive such monstrous behaviour under the excuse of skyfairy diplomatic immunity ?
Of course all this spouting off may get me an asbo rather than a priestley move to a new bunch of kids.

My own horror film.

Sometimes I feel as though I am living a horror film,this one isn't 'the birds' though,it should be entitled killer cats.....as I have blogged previously a random strange cat broke in and ate my beautiful little zebra finches and then the other night I came in from work to find the evil Lucifer had got another random cat pinned in a corner,it having snuck in his cat flap, and was screaming in that awful way only a tom cat can,now I know better than to touch my cat when he is even slightly tetchy I certainly wasn't risking his wrath with him yowling like that,so I opened the back door and waved my arms around to no avail,then fearing for its safety I picked up the random visiting cat...........big error,a terrified cat is a dangerous critter.I have huge deep claw marks and a badly bruised forearm where the cats claw must have popped a vein...........
Not very clear,but taking pics of the back of your wrist ain't easy...........

On a much lighter note,you know how some people sneeze when they look at very bright lights or the sun,well would you believe the science bods called it 'ATCHOO ' syndrome,autosomal dominant compelling helio-ophthalmic outburst syndrome.

Life.

Isn't life strange,no matter what I do or how carefully I choose my path, life is always chaotic around me.
So a series of updates,Sarah is signed up for some counselling as she isn't coping well with the worries over babies heart problems,Sam seems to have pre-birthing depression,goodness knows what will happen post-natally.
I forgot to photograph it but the crocheted hexagon baby cardi of legend has been adapted and made to fit my two and a half year old granddaughter in nice shades of 'princess pink',I am three quarters of the way through a retro crocheted cushion for a beautiful refurbished VW camper of my bosses,there are umpteen mice living in the house,that cat  releases one a day in here and I am sure I haven't caught them all,the sofas didn't come when due, as Sam's grandmother-in-law popped off,  on the day the kids were due to pick them up,but having already advertised my old ones on freecycle I am now going to be sofa-less until the kids can get round to picking up the new ones.Why has the daft woman who is picking them up specified 9.20 am ? why not just quarter or half past ?
I have of late been helping put an old lady to bed of an evening,she will be 100 at the end of May,firstly remind me to have my suicide pills ready for when  I have had enough,secondly,can you imagine what changes this woman has seen  since her birth in 1910 ? On the occasions she is in the same world as us she is an incredibly amusing lady,sadly most of the time she is drifting somewhere in her head,although if I were blind deaf and unable to move around I might choose to live in my head.........

I'm back.

And I have a lot of cussing to do.

Since I last blogged here a lot of stuff has happened,some manky strange cat broke in and managed to get into the cage and ate all four of my beautiful little zebra finches,a falcon/hawk/raptor of some kind  attacked my aviary, luckily it only managed to remove a single tail feather from one of the cockatiels.....my pooters ability to surf the web died upon my finally giving in and downloading SP3................the weird thing is it functions perfectly when SP3 is an integral part of this new installation disk .
I am now on no medication for the bone and tendon issues as the GP has banned me from the nsaids as they make me wheeze, give me bad guts and bruise etc etc so pain is my middle name at the moment.
I was due to get two pretty leather sofas delivered tomorrow or Sunday but the son in law can't pick them up as his grandmother decided to die yesterday and he has to deal with family stuff.
There is a mouse loose in the house somewhere thanks to Lucifer cats mischief and two different friends have asked if I would look at their  pooters tomorrow.
The good news is I still haven't smoked and having no pooter I have learned to knit properly.