day..... um.... I am not stabbed. I AM WELL

I haven't been managing a post every day.  I have slipped on my regime.  Though for the most part this is because for the last - oh god  - too many - days I have been sick with the same goddam sickness.  And its utterly dull to moan about one's own health so I have refrained. 

I think I am going to try for Teesha Moore's maxim of just going for a positive affirmation instead.


I AM WELL

Thank you.

Its been a bit of a week.  It started on Sunday what with the car breaking down and then us being threatened with a flick knife by a mad man (who luckily just wanted to show off and went on his 'merry' way once we had backed off a the sight of his blade....) its a long story, shall I tell it?

So this geezer deliberately bumped into me and started having a go at me.  My husband stood up for me, and soon there was a bit of a scuffle as looney geezer started on him instead.  He hit my husband, and luckily my husband did not hit him back. I rushed over to intervene.... well,  he was a weasely looking fellow and despite the aggressive talk did  not look at all threatening. When i got there, Mr Weasle was shouting' "I'll f*cking DO YER" and then I saw him get his knife out.  It was a flick knife, the kind that pops out,  very pointy....... I said to my hub, "He's got a knife" and we just backed off, totally, withdrew.  And Looney fellow swaggered off shouting to a stranger, "SEE WHAT I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH!"  It was very odd.

It did however eclipse the car breaking down.  And our overriding thoughts are, "At least we are not stabbed" because, lets face it,  that would have been really, really bad.

So after that I had a day of calling folk for work, which I had to abandon half way through due to a supremely sore throat.  And I was due to go away to the lovely Hawthbush Farm on a yoga study break.  Convinced my throat would be better the next day, I took flu tablets and nurofen and ploughed on forward, just avoiding speaking as much as possible...  But by Wednesday morning, as I was doing Yoga and being told to 'listen to my body' by my fellow yoga teacher trainee, I realised that I could not go on.  Body was telling me to go to bed.  and sleep.  So that is what I had to do.  So not much of a yoga study break.  More of a sleep break.  

When I got home I found the TV broken and the car fixed but ooops past its MOT date.  Oh its been a catalogue of little bits of mishaps.  And I damn well still have a sore throat.  No, hang on, I AM WELL. 

And we have a new TV.  We had one delievered, but it was faulty, we took it back,  in the courtesy car from the mechanic, because car FAILED its MOT, got another one, got that home, THAT was fautly too........ sigh. 

But we are not stabbed.  And...... I AM WELL.