Floppy person

[robinmckinley]

 
Out giving the hellhounds their last scamper this evening I walked past someone letting himself into his front door.  Well, presumably that’s what it was.  He certainly had the look of a minor cog in the middle management machine coming home after a bad day, and it was a minor-middle-management sort of boring little 1970s row house with that wrong

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[anonymous]

I always thought the saran wrap sounded uncomfortable (I read about it in that same curly-edged book.) Too many places for sweat to pool. But your young couple made me smile, too. Made me think of the first month we were married, before all the bad stuff hit. A singularly sweet time.

"Shut up! Peter reads this blog!" made me guffaw. As though he expects anything different from you. :-)

[spindriftdancer]

Saran wrap seems to have almost hit the level of urban myth... I'd love to find out who first suggested it(:

Flowers

[ext_91778]

You sound like you've been having a time of it. I do hope you get all of your gardening and other assorted tasks completed--but especially the gardening. Spring needs flowers.

~Q

[tassie_gal]

Want stupid places to plant Mermaid? BEHIND washing line on fence......only use it seems to have is that it catches the fly away washing very neatly so I dont have to rescue them from next doors dog.

[anonymous]

I have JUST A LITTLE TENSION in my neck and shoulder area, and ten years or so ago started seeing someone for shiatsu. When I first started, I went every week to get things loosened up and it was lovely. I don't go nearly often enough now but it's still lovely. When I was growing up, my mother would say that if she'd been rich, she would have employed a masseuse. That didn't make any sense to me when I was 10, but it resonates big time now

[robinmckinley]

When I was growing up, my mother would say that if she'd been rich, she would have employed a masseuse. That didn't make any sense to me when I was 10, but it resonates big time now

[anonymous]

Yes wonderful days are not to be wasted indoors in England. We're having the March downpours here today, and tomorrow and all weekend long. Last weekend when it was 22 centigrade outside and sunny and windy and lovely, my mother was out gardening while I was inside with the miserable cold and even more miserable legal translation. This weekend, when the translation work is down to a tricke it is pouring. There is enough of a cold, now clogging up my throat in protest, that I can't do the one thing that was on my schedule since last year, which is a once a year wine festival, where all the major wine producers in Greece and a ton of small ones have their wares for tasting. I really enjoy this and go every year. No, I don't get sloshed, I do the proper thing and spit the wine out (with a few exceptions for the particularly fine ones). But it is a great opportunity to seek out great wines and see what is new. But as I am only beginning to taste my tea, wine flavours and fragrances are beyond me. I will have to pass on my ticket (as a

[robinmckinley]

Well I'll repeat that you might get yourself a homeopathic first aid kit and experiment on something like a head cold. Can't hurt, might help. It's just superficial lay person prescribing and it's such magic when it works. Ever get food poisoning? Ars alb is the classic food poisoning remedy and when it works it's *amazing.*

Should you train yourself slightly by waking up early on Saturday?

************** Probably. But it's already 1:30 am . . .

Supposedly going out for ten minutes in strong sunlight for three days in a row will completely re-set your circadian rhythm. But is the effort worth it, when you can stumble out of bed on the day you need, woozy and confused?

************ It WOULD be worth it, but I'm manifestly going the woozy route. . . .