Man sprain

You’ve heard of man-flu right? Well I twisted my ankle whilst walking the dog and it hurts. Especially if I catch it “just so” – so I’m trying not to catch it “just so” but I do feel a bit of a fraud, but if it get’s me out of the vacuuming then that’s a result!

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This fortnight has been wintry here, quite a bit of rain but interspersed with lovely clear crisp early mornings. I was lured over to the lake last week by its exceptional stillness and the reflection. The morning mist roiling on the surface was hypnotic and the rime frost everywhere looked quite magical. I don’t know how much these photos capture this sense but I try.[/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end]

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The days have mostly been taken up with work, the Open University dissertations are in which take a day each; plus I’ve been working on several websites, one for a “Historic built environment specialist” friend of mine, another for a Chambre d’hote and restaurant, a holiday home and gite maintenance service and Spanish lessons in Sussex. I am just about to start one for a Cuban physical trainer (in Sussex, husband of the Spanish teacher, who’s a polylingual translator and I’ve done some other sites for her previously) and another for a cultural Italian group for whom she’s a trustee.

I’ve been trying to set aside the weekends from work otherwise I have found the days and weeks blur into one. Saturday has been diy stuff around the house – last week I raced through my list, adjusting the uneven floor in the lounge, cleaning up the mess I had made in Delia’s workshop whilst making the blanket box, 5 trips to the dump with boxes and garden waste. This week I can convalesce from my man sprain. Sundays I like to be free-er, if I have any photography stuff (photoclub web site etc) stuff to do that when I do it (and each fortnight there’s a meeting in the afternoon). I’ve been arranging a couple of field trips we talked about. We’ll meet up with our sister club “La Souterraine” in Bellac one day and another later in Montrol-Sénard (google the names and have a look at the pictures of them).

Delia had a 10am appointment at the hairdressers that, so she has just messaged me turned out to be really 11am and so she’s spending the entire morning out. Guess I’d better get on with that vacuuming then. At least then our friends visitng for dinner tomorrow will have a clean(ish) downstairs to visit.

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