Bloody Hell

Well, I have at least some explanation of my sudden downward mood swing on Saturday.
(other than the on-goingly unresolved situation at home)
(tho' i think we are possibly making progress (despite
The Letter, which did not go down well) (but actually led
to important and helpful discussions at the next
counselling session )....thanks for your support and thoughts
some of you...)(still such hard work though)
(sigh)


But ... that aside, its another bloody period.
Bloody hormones.
Only 12 bloody days after the last one.
Which went on for nearly 2 bloody(very) weeks.
Bloody Hell.

I must add fluorodix to the shopping list.
After GIN.

(M is cooking this weekend, so no leafy iron-rich greens in our kitchen.)

When I found out I was definately peri-menopausal, a few years ago, at a relatively young age, I optimistically thought that at least I'd be through it all before LG started getting too hormonal. I should have known better.

And I'm still getting bloody spots (19). How bloody fair is that!

Tho' LG has not had another period since her first, early in January. Maybe I'm having them for her? Hmmm. Some kind of witchy weirdness to do with lunar tides or something, no doubt. Or ley lines? Bloody painters in by proxy, ha ha.

When this is all over, maybe I should have a Menopause Party.
And invite all of you?


Anyway. Despite the weather taking a turn for the miserable yesterday, I had a v. relaxed and enjoyable day, overall. A bit of gardening and re-potting plants before the rain started, it felt great to be out in the garden again. Though - as I did clean the windows too - it is now all the more crystal-clearly obvious what a mess most of the garden is.

I then managed to lure LG away from the computer with the incentive of miniature gardening. This was one of my favourite toys as a child. Its fantastic.

It all comes to pieces. (in a good, by-design, detachable sort of way, that is, not a falling-to-pieces almost-as -old as-me sort of way.)

All the plants have to be planted individually
with a little fork device; most of the tiny
flowers detach - and the teeeny weeny birds on the
bird bath and dove cote - and are also added by hand. Its wonderfully designed and made.

The lawnmower even has little metal blades and rollers which go round. A lot of this was mine in the 60's (blimus, yes I know) and I've added to it recently courtesy of eBay.


LG loves spending time together with me, with this and I had happy daydreams yesterday of doing this at some future date with LG and her daughter (maybe on another Mother's Day?....).

Not that anyone in the house except me remembered that it was Mother's Day today.

LG didn't realise it was today. M slept late (having come to bed at 4am, Bloody Hell).
( I had a good snigger, with a friend over MSN this morning, thinking he might forget about the clock change too and miss breakfast and lunch) (and even Poirot).
But he did remember the timechange. Bloody Tch.

When he emerged I reminded him, because LG would have been v. upset if she'd missed it.

M kindly reminded me that I had forgotten Father's Day last year too.

Bloody Hell. Fair enough.

I suppose.

Anyway, he did rush up to the Co op and buy flowers and chocolates and LG made me the great card, above. She does brilliant dragons, even at speed.

All is pretty ok chez nous, maintenant.

Miniature gardening is usually a pretty peaceful occupation. However LG was extremely hyper and manic yesterday. Lots of silliness, clowning around and laughter.

She went beserk like a demented kitten with the damp washing as I got it out of the machine. She was also even more demonstrative than usual - beaucoup de huge hugs and big bisous.

She made me feel exhausted, very much loved and extremely happy.


Happy Mothers Day to all mothers and children of mothers.