Floored

Ah the beauty of the changing seasons

The catching of colds, and flu

And laryngitis

Yep and it's mighty hurty indeed

Last night I came downstairs 

In search of some pain relief

I was conscious of whimpering

Wishing I had a "Mummy"

To look after me as my own once had

Many many moons ago

~

Now although I cancelled my learners today

And have cancelled tomorrows meetings

I have still had to do a certain amount of chores

And keep roofers well fed and watered

For today was the day our front roof was removed

They worked well

Me not so

And sadly I didn't brave the ladder

Feeling decidedly wobbly 

Before the felt enclosed the roof once more

So chance gone

~

I did venture out on a short dog walk this afternoon

Just a little trek down the road

But not as far as the woodland

I had done so yesterday

And really struggled to catch my breath coming back up the hill

Hopefully tonight will bring a better nights sleep

For my addled brain

And creaking complaining body

~

I have just lit the fire

A gentle beast tonight as it's not terribly cold

Just a comfort for the evening ahead

A focal point

Ever changing dancing flames

Memories and memories even before us

In this little cottage

I love the sounds of a comforting fire

I love gazing into the depths 

Of glowing embers

I love the smell of woodsmoke

Of fingers tainted after tending the fire

It calms me and soothes troubles

It is company if I am alone

It provides warmth and light

~

I sit here and await my husband

Who has gone to our youngest's house

To spray the roof timbers with woodwormer

Youngest's caveman who is helping a friend take out a kitchen

And youngest who is working until a little later on

I can't think they would want to spend much time

Listening to me coughing, spluttering and moaning

Perhaps that is why they are all occupied?

I care not

It is what it is

However I wouldn't wish this virus on anyone

Strangely, though wooly headed I don't feel overly tired

Then I could sleep it off

Maybe I shall do so anyway

~

I think I have worked out

Why I have taken to writing as I do

With not a care for punctuation

In my work, though not assessing functional skills

I must correct every spelling and grammar mistake

In some cases this is demoralising for the student

They are not after all studying for an English degree

So OFSTED, this is a pulling a funny face

In your direction

~

And finally

A little something that was growing on a tree

Down in the woods a short while ago

Blessings J. x