Two days after my last posting it was my birthday (I've posted about it in detail on my other, Mrs Jones, blog) and I had a very jolly time indeed, even though I had a slightly scratchy throat all day.
The next morning I woke up with a positively itchy throat and feeling like I was wearing an internal balaclava that weighed a ton. "Dammit," I thought, "A cold". But this, my friends, is no ordinary cold, this is the M&S of colds. It's been going on a week, I've been coughing up my lungs all day every day until I have no lungs left. I've been incredibly tired. I must be so dehydrated from the amount of gunk pouring out of my nose (sorry to be so graphic, but there you are....). Everything is completely exhausting. Hanging out the laundry requires me to have a sit down to recover for about half an hour, and going shopping will knock me back for half a day.
The bottom line is that I'm trying not to panic about the allotment. I've still not managed to get my spuds in yet, and the grass will be knee-high by now and in desperate need of a good strimming. I despair when I see how beautiful other people's plots are looking (like Ali's, for instance) when mine just looks, to all intents and purposes, abandoned.
Trouble is I'm just not well enough at the moment to do anything about it. I could probably get down there and do a bit of light weeding but then I'd have to plonk myself down in my chair there to recover for twice as long as it took me to do the work. And it needs so much more than 'light weeding', now that the weather's warmed up and we've had a small amount of rain. I've told myself that when I'm up to it I'm just going to have to invest a decent amount of time into knocking the plot into shape, but even if I'm feeling better soon, I'm not going to be able to get there until the end of next week as I'm off to visit the in-laws in South Wales from Sunday......
My stepdad has very kind said recently that he would give me a hand at the plot and I may just have to take him up on his offer.