Today I woke up feeling good. I had lost that sluggish, tired, achy I’ve-got-an-infection sort of feeling and even bounced out of bed. Really quite unlike me. These antibiotics must be curing more than just mastitis, I thought.
As we currently have indoor guttering and an extremely leaky kitchen ceiling thanks to our building project (*grits teeth: it-will-be-fabulous-when-it’s-finished*) the pressure is on to erect a temporary kitchen in our dining room. Avoiding All Age Worship meant the day had come to do this.
In order to assist, all the newly made marmalade needed to be categorised, shelved or boxed & generally tidied away into the store room. I needed to do this and thought nothing of it. After all, what’s a couple of hundred jars of marmalade between friends? It turns out that those pesky chest muscles really do connect between arms & breasts so now I’ve had to sit down and am nursing an aching boob & arm. Not best pleased. I’m also silly tired. Bah! But I did get it done 🙂
On the upside side, my bruising has moved into an even more colourful phase.