The really fun moment was when I sang into a courgette

Dear reader, it’s been another busy week, which I must admit is rather nice. As summer cools and fades into autumn and the graceful transition of earlier sunsets and cooler breezes is broken by the garden parasol ending up in next door’s garden again, my mind has been on new enterprises, Getting Things Done and jam.

Jam and Being Useful

After taking a couple of days to recover from the rush of box-sorting, I started my Wednesday by making a batch of rhubarb jam, as the late rhubarb was threatening to take over the nearby greenhouse and form the ultimate Green Party. Jam-making is somewhat terrifying – this time I ended up with spit-burns to my arms, hands, foot and head – but it’s very, very satisfying, especially when the jam can be given to friends. I should really write ‘made with all-natural fear’ on the labels. Anyway, the Dance of Boiling Sugar aside, this batch turned out beautifully, even if I did have to make a transfer of the overflow into another pan. There’s a certain satisfaction in going about the rest of the day and hearing the jam lids popping as everything cools. No cake this week, but I  think the jam sort of counts.

After the jam-wrangling, I sat down to do something that didn’t need me standing up (or dancing around the kitchen to Peter Gabriel) and started an application to do some transcription work. Update on that to follow, once I’ve started, but it’s nice to think that I’ll be able to earn something in time for Christmas. After that and various household chores, physiotherapy and catching up with a friend, I ended up taking Thursday very easy. Fatigue is an embuggerance, but I’m starting to manage to do things even on the days when my brain has turned to porridge.

Londoning and Barney

I popped down to London this weekend, to fill up my socialisation meter and go to my first Rock Club, which was incredibly fun and terrifying. Rather like jam-making, really, especially when I ended up singing Iron Maiden. As always, it was lovely to bimble around London and I’m becoming increasingly determined to get back down to the city. However, big plans and spreadsheets must be made and many cups of tea must be drunk in order for this to be a reality, so for the moment I’m focusing on the small things that this would bring, such as painting a bathroom mural and having better access to a swimming pool. Anyway, I had a splendid weekend, dear reader.

Barney was pleased to see me when I got back – he’s getting on well with his new diet, even if he’s sometimes unsure of the warmth of his dish. He’s taken to sitting next to the window, on a very soft and warm piece of woolly material, watching the world go by. Speaking of soft and warm and dozing off (which he does), this entry is a tad shorter than I’d intended due to being rather tired. It’s a good tired rather than a horrible fatigued tired, but I will finish here, I think.

In the week to come, I’ll be doing my utmost to regulate my sleeping pattern (which is hard, but something to keep trying for), hopefully making a start as a transcriber and trying out some contact lenses, as well as hopefully having some better news about selling things on eBay (hmm). Thank you for reading.