WOOD BARK AND BITCHES

Things are moving in the garden, the summerhouse has been demolished -reduced to a stack of firewood. Frame erected to hold hens Eglu, fitted with weed suppressant, then topped with wood chippings. My garden resembles a waste skip, yes I know Rome wasn't built in a day!!!!

Poor Math, I'm a total bitch at the moment, frustration, fear, or maybe at times I am just a total bitch....

Any plans I had made for certain activities pre my operation are vanishing as quick as the days leading up to it.

Why aren't there more hours in the day, why can't I do more, why do I moan so much?????

Have you ever wanted to get in your car, (now even that would be an improvement), no destination in mind, just keep driving until the scenery suited your place of mind???

I'm not completely peed off, I went over to mums the other night. Apart from the odd mishap she seems brighter and trying to make an effort. My older sister and I had to give her a warning. My Uncle Alan told us that she had asked him for a cigarette, (he declined). It has been six months now since she had one, we told her if she did, after everything we and herself had gone through, we wouldn't visit her. Aren't we awful??????

Well sorry for having a good old moan, I know things aren't that bad and can always be worst. One thing I can always be sure of no matter how much I whinge and moan, my dogs still love me, I'm their top bitch...