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Abel on the Table

Just to give you something to feast your eyes upon, here is a photo of one of my most handsome boys. Abel on the Table as he is known, is now 18 months, still not walking or talking and simply cant be bothered with the whole thing. What he does have though is a rapier smile and a sunshine filled personality. At 18 months he is fun to be with and I enjoy his company already. Just hope I can say the same at 18 years!

Golf or tennis anyone?

I have Golfers Elbow. yes I know it sounds hilarious as someone who has never swung a club in my life I seem an unlikely candidate. Of course it could be Tennis Elbow but I think its been 20 years since I did any of that. Ive never had an intimate relationship with sport to be honest. Anyway back to my golfers elbow, I know its this because the pain which runs down my forearm and into the palm of my hand is on the inside of the elbow. Tennis elbow is on the outside. Basically its inflammation of the tendons, is very painful and I cant lift heavy objects. At the moment I'm having to use both hands to move a saucepan, and I suspect all that lifting of sick poorly boys has made it a lot worse. The treatment is rest, which seems highly unlikely, or pain killers. Looks like I shall  be popping pills in the short term but it doesn't help much in the months to come. Dont even mention Cortisone!

Last man standing.

We have been living at the house at 'Poo' corner for over 2 weeks now. I suspect the infamous Rota virus is the culprit. Everyone apart from me that is has had it. Poo here, Poo there, in fact there has been poo everywhere. I have changed what seems like a thousand disgusting nappies, dealt with endless screaming children and also plied my husband with loperamide. I am indeed worn out. Not just the relentless demands of pooey bottoms but the endless washing and the physical demands of bending down, and lifting everyone up. My back is horribly sore and painful and I have resorted to pain killers so you know ts bad.

Our 2 year old has been particularly unwell. despite seeing the same rubbishy Doctor twice I thin he has had the real swine flu. He has been very unwell, spending over  week on the sofa with a bed snoozing his way through a week. He is normally the most lively and energetic of the 4. Only now is he looking better having lost weight and still looking like a ghost. 

Of course its sods law that I shall probably succumb sometime in the middle of next week. At least I will get to spend some time in bed as I am indeed the last man standing at the moment!

Grumpy old woman

Last week I went to a new dentist in Hexham. Its my 3rd in 5 years as the first one was awful, and the second one has inconsiderately retired. I have a big gripe with dentists in that they are still very inaccessible. If you think of your own dentist, the chances are they are in a Victorian house with steps everywhere and the waiting room at the top of a steep flight of stairs. Its taken me a while to track one down that actually has a downstairs room, or not have 3 steps into the building. Why do dentists think they can get away with it? Drives me bloody mad that in the 21st century you cant be guaranteed to be able to get in through the door of your chosen dentist, assuming you can find one in the first place. My other gripe about dentists in Hexham is that for some reason they are all on Battle Hill. thats right Hill. Why? So I managed to park as near as possible and then got as near as possible before I had to tackle the hill. The worst bit is the brow of the hill which until this point isn't too bad then suddenly it goes really steep, combined with the camber of the pavement makes it murder on the shoulders. I'm out of condition or maybe just getting old as I nearly didn't make it. Finally coming back some bastard parked over the only dropped kerb on the square. This meant in order to get back to the car I had to go down the middle of the road so I could get back on to the pavement. Dropped kerbs are there for a reason not that anyone thinks about it, but I was so effing furious I would have ripped off his wipers if I could have reached. And Ive got to have lots of dental work too.