For the second week on the trot I’m a little pooped on a Wednesday. Armchair yoga is just so strenuous or maybe it was coming home and deciding it would be a good idea to strim some of the weeds in the ‘garden’. Namely the ones closest to the house so that I could get into the ‘garden’ without walking through a weedy meadow (okay maybe that’s a bit of an exageration but only a smigden).
I did attach the wheeled support to the strimmer which is provided for the infirm/incapable! B had nipped to his mum’s so wasn’t available to stop me or rather advise me that it prehaps wasn’t such a good idea. As a consequence this morning I woke up with a migraine hovering. It now seems to have backed off, after taking some headache tablets and isn’t the full blown jobbie from last week, so I only over did it a wee bit this time.
This got me to thinking about something I’ve thought about before. The universe should only allow you to have one thing wrong with you. I know it’s busy with the limitless expanses of space (which brings up another thought ‘How can space go on forever, but how can it stop?’) but it should set this ground rule.
And the final thought I’ll leave you with before settling down with my knitting, and which is potentially more disturbing than the space thought when confronted with it in public, is brought to you courtesy of us having a hot patch of weather…
‘Just because lycra can stretch doesn’t mean it should!’