My exceedingly long headache has been driving me mad, as you well know, after all, I have been banging on about it, for the best part of November and December. It’s led me to spending far too much time in doctor’s surgeries and far too little time doing housework and washing.
My children are now officially classed as neglected.
Neighbours walk along the river, through the forest, and bounce out-of-the-way of oncoming traffic as they hobble along the cycle path, before carrying their groceries/Christmas shopping/wailing children down the scary steps otherwise known as the back entrance to their homes.
All in an effort to avoid walking by our unpristine house.
I think I saw one brave soul (when I was net-twitching) attempting a quick sprint past. He’d cleverly protected himself with a gas mask…
But even that couldn’t shelter him from the spider web, dangling from the bathroom window. Glistening in the winter sun.
I suspect that is what pushed him over the edge. Into vomiting all over his own patch. I dread to think of the state of that gas mask…
Being a person who likes to be busy, I had to find something other than blogging and reading, listening to the Hoover and wobbling my head around wiping surfaces down, struggling through homework and taxiing around, to do.
I thought just a little bit. Too much thinking with a hurting head helps the head hurting to magnify.
My first thought, naturally, was to find a cure. So I drank water, slept, swallowed pills, and allowed people to stick needles into my head, and other parts of my anatomy.
But my head still hurt.
So then I thought, “A-ha, o-ho!” Distraction is the way to go.
Thus, I put on the telly, with the volume turned down really low. Luckily, I’m not due to have my ears syringed for a while.
And as I was watching, my mind wandered onto my film challenge…
Distraction has led me to working my way through 11 whole films.
- King of Comedy (An old somewhat freaky film)
- Salvation Boulevard (Light entertainment)
- Everything Must Go (Hmmm…)
- Bad Teacher (Brilliant)
- ¡Three Amigos! (One from my hubby’s childhood, the five-year-old keeps asking to watch it again and again)
- Kung Fu Panda 2 (Funny)
- Our Idiot Brother (Funny)
- Friends with Benefits (Obvious but funny)
- Mr Popper’s Penguins (Did you know that Jim Carrey has ADHD?)
- Into the Wild (Parents can really screw you up)
- Rumour Has It (I liked it)
I also discovered my headache could be ‘chilled’ by the cold air outside.
So being a fan of the Italians, think Horace rather than Berlusconi, I decided to take the opportunity. Carpe diem. Seize the day. And took the older girls off to a Medieval Christmas Market. My perseverance saw me rewarded with a chance to complete one of my 101 challenges.
And I found out that I’m absolutely rubbish at it. My girls could have beaten me while standing on their heads with a blindfold on. I was soooo bad the archer actually looked pained with the need to stifle his own laughter.
I guess it was to be expected. I can’t chuck a javelin more than a meter from where I stand. No matter who shows me. No matter how many chances I’m given.
And that time I threw the ‘discus’ will go down in my school’s history, not only as the shortest distance thrown, but also as the only time the ‘discus’ actually hit the team members sitting behind the thrower.
Still, at least the teacher had thoughtfully exchanged the discus for a beanbag.
Spurred on though, by another challenge being struck off, I marched on with the dreaded task of creosoting the shed. OK, OK, it had to be done. The warped building would never have survived another winter.
So hubby, son and mother made a communal effort.
My head stopped aching in the crisp cold air. The pain moved to my arm instead. Variety is the spice of life, you know.
Being in the mood now, for ticking things off, I went online and purchased two Christmas cookbooks. I’ve called one Delia and the other Gordon. Yes, we’re on first name terms now. In fact, I’ve spent the whole of Christmas flapping around the kitchen
calling out shrieking, “Where’s Delia?” Or, wailing “Where’s Gordon?”
Christmas has been low-level in the headache stakes and high level in recipe attempts: a very tomatoey Tomatoe Tart, delicious Home-made Truffles, Panna Cotta with Pomegranate Syrup (so good, I’ve already prepared them twice), the divine Scallops with a Caper, Raisin and Olive Vinaigrette, a crappy Watercress Puree, a fantastic Truffle Mash, and Lasagna al forno the penultimate because it took me six whole hours to cook it. Of course, as soon as they’d stuffed themselves, the children asked, “Could you make that again, Mum?”
My conscience is getting the better of me at the moment. I feel I have to say I may have exaggerated slightly, at the start of this post. I have still been taxiing around. I’ve enrolled Akasha in a ballet class.
But it’s all in a good cause. Another challenge achieved.
It has been two months since my last official update, so to the above I can also add: two new restaurants have been
conquered visited (one during a birthday party and one on holiday – both before the headache marathon).
I’ve also stuck to my one date a month promise with my husband.
And I’ve remembered that I forgot to tell you, away back in October, that we nailed the Bronze Age Museum.
Plus, my husband stepped in with the fitness challenge – he purchased me (oh, he’s an adorable man) a cross trainer. It means that I can train as much as I like, whenever I like and I’ve decided to set my challenge as 1001km. As I’m around a third way through my 1001 days it means a little more than 1km per day. I wanted to put in what seems to me like quite a high number of kilometres. However, if I’m doing really well with the challenge, I may increase the total later on.
I’ve also agreed to take on the task of helping out at a local music festival next summer.
Finally, we have even more new challengers!!
Piglet in Portugal
seashell by the seashore
Things ‘n’ Stuff
Adventures in Mediocrity
the Thought Palette
Fi’s Mutterings and Mumblings