Jinxed

Well, wibbling on about the benefits of exercise previously did me the power of good as most of the week I've been crushed by an evil virus - someone has taken all my energy and swapped it for beating with a big stick around the middle of the back and sandpapering the inside of my skull and lungs. The sprog seems to have a similar thing, which is doing wonders for my energy levels as he's awake large chunks of the night grizzling, and is weebling around the place crying for mumma even when he's not supposed to be in bed. And this is bad for my mental health with cranky paranoia and short temper in sackloads to take the place of my normal busy energy.

Fneh.

I did manage to crawl along to a volunteer gardening session at a school in Easton, which rocked. It seems to be run by hippy girls in transit vans, so I feel well at home. It would be nice to live there, I sometimes reckon. If only my ex had not hated living in cities so vehemently, I could be living in a terrace of hippies in Easton. And of course, if I hadn't thwarted his true love of urban DINKY life by actually taking any notice of him, he might not now be living in Montpelier *wry grin*

Anyhoo, it was good. And may lead to actual paid work, which is even better. I even managed a night out visiting friends and to turn the garden round from a state of quagmire to a state where another day's labour might actually finish the job. I should probably post pics, but that would involve technical competence and I have none right now. Meh. Etc.