Update on this life...

So, I've blogged since January and thought it might be time to do a 'catch-up' post, especially as I've been sore of head and wobbling about all over since the head injury. This has not been conducive to blogging in the slightest and I feel like I need to tie up a few loose ends. So, without further ado...


Gurning. The gurning and strange voices of O continue apace and become ever more elaborate. I am at a loss to work out where the Birmingham accent has come from - "Naught-oi Dadd-oi". This strange West Midlands lilt is accompanied by the lifting of one eyebrow and the sucking in of his ribs until he has what appears to be a 10-inch waist. He looks like a curly-haired version of Golum. It is very, very disconcerting, my pre-cccious...

The shopping trolley. Oh, where to start? It has had several voyages up the hill to the local supermarket and I have loved every single one. I have not been heckled by teenagers as yet, which was my fear, and the elderly folk of the village look upon me with glad eyes. They must be delighted to see that one of the slightly-younger generation has taken up with a trolley. The joy of wheeling my goods down the hill after purchase is epic! O has taken me to task for being 'too glamorous' whilst wheeling, which I loved. His cry of "Stop being glamorous, Mummy!" is my favourite saying of this week. I urge you all to get a shopping trolley as soon as you can. You will not look back, my friends!

The Cat's Eye. She still is not out of the woods with the gammy eye, but the latest signs are good and following a last minute reprieve at the vet's, she still has two to be going on with. I was worried about her sight, but after finding the remains of a blue-tit in the garden, I know she is still able to go about her evil cat-like business. I am happy that the Cat can see, yet feel bad for the birds of the area who are her targets. We are in for a busy few months in the bird-saving business...

The cat flap. The Cat eventually got sorted with the cat flap. Sadly, she slithers through so slowly that the locking mechanism does not kick in and Swaggering Tom can just follow her in. This was not how it was supposed to be. Heroically, M came to the rescue by Blu-Tacing two ball-bearings to the inside of the flap. This works a treat, but is not aesthetically pleasing and the Cat resents the blobs as they stick to her fur. Hey-ho. Now that he cannot enter our house and eat all the Cat's food, Swaggering Tom has taken to peeing against the catflap in a territorial manner. Will my cat-based traumas ever cease?

Life in general is moving along, although I am getting bored with being skull fracture girl. I am still not allowed to drive due to dizziness from the concussion, which is frustrating. The DVLA are to send a form for me to fill in detailing my injuries and said that the GP had the final say on whether I was safe to drive. She said another week off, so I shall be working from home next week. I have just had a footy kick-around with O and M and there was a goal-mouth incident where I fell over into the fence. Obviously I am not quite ready to be whizzing my Skoda around the streets of West Yorkshire just yet...

I feel all caught up now. I am less of a misery than I was last week, the sun is shining and the blossom trees in our little garden are starting to flower. I am eleven pounds lighter than I was when I first started this blog and I feel lighter in my mind too. Roll on next week!

*punches air and falls over in a dizzy faint*