So the quote by Muhammad Ali goes.
|Butterfly, RHS Wisley, glasshouse, |
February 2012, Lesley Beeton
Well, after quite a busy week looking after Dad, I was really looking forward to having Friday to myself. We were up early, washing in the machine, dogs walked, Mr B ready for work when I WAS STUNG BY A BEE! I know it was a bee because a) I saw it on the dog towel, and b) IT LEFT ITS DAMN STING IN MY THIGH!
|Don't look if you are easily grossed out!|
Fast forward to 1.30am this morning. Dr B is on call. It's the Registrar calling about a patient. Dr B is all charm, and off he goes to sort things out; well, it is his job after all. I caught up on Twitter and blog reading and at 4am decided to try to sleep again - and five minutes later he was back. Talk about inconsiderate.
When the alarm went off at 6am, I got up and took the dogs for a walk in the woods, first getting Dr B's breakfast as he is working today. We had a (pleasant) surprise in the woods, however. A tented camp has gone up overnight and dance/rave/trance music was being blasted out at us. There were some zombies awake, but they were not very communicative. The Boxers were bemused, I thought the tune (there seemed to be only one) was rather catchy and we practically skipped round our walk. Couldn't hear the birdsong though.
Two cups of tea and a bowl of porridge later, blogs written, emails done, more washing, dishwasher unpacked and repacked, birds fed, and phew, I think I might be ready for my second sleep.
Oh! And what was Dr B's parting words of wisdom? Remember to keep your leg elevated! Ha!
Have a super Saturday!