🎵Slow Down, You’re Moving Too Fast.🎵

The trouble with me is I hate wasting time. Everything has to be done yesterday, if not sooner. I hate waiting for others to help, and I’ve learnt not to expect help from others. My mother was fond of saying, ‘If you want it done, do it yourself.’ Maybe she was always told this when she asked for help, so in return she gave me the same advice. Over the long weekend I wanted to get a certain amount of jobs done around the garden. My husband had work on Saturday so I got on with things. As Russell works all week, so I don’t like to ask too much of him as he needs time to chill out too.

Swallow s: One Swallow doesn’t make a summer.

Now that the summer is with us, I have to be careful as I find the heat very draining. After the weekend I planned to focus on writing the Granny Wenlock novel, but on returning home from a long walk yesterday I took to my bed. I hate being ill, unable to do anything, but lay on the bed, as even thinking hurts.

After a rough night my husband left me to sleep when he went off to work. I got up just after eight o’clock this morning and have been potting about the house and garden. I’m hoping after a good night sleep I shall be back on form and get back to Granny. I’m taking it slow today.

Chat again soon.