This morning I am feeling grim from my jab - I was awake 3 hours in the night, had Lulu wedged in my back purring like a grampus, knowing I needed Looking After. Alfie came in at 1.30 and when I put my hand out to stroke him, promptly gave me a good scramming. I was NOT amused by that. I am very glad I did the baking on Tuesday.
Everything I've damaged or over-used in recent months is aching (thank you Shingles Jab), especially my poorly toe, and my back from shifting stuff at the weekend, and I have a headache. I have taken Panadol and am about to retreat to the sofa.
I watched more Youtube history last night - one to avoid is The Kingdom of Brychiniog, where the Englishman who made it has not a CLUE how to pronounce ANY Welsh words and I wanted to hurl a book at the telly if he said DIFFED (instead of Dyfed with the y like "uh" thus Duh-ved). Then there was Penn ee Fan, and BRECinog. Oh and CerEDigon! He clearly couldn't read and missed out every "i" and put the stress on the wrong part of the word. You don't want to hear him murdering "Hywel Dda" either . . . I shall stick to the Cambrian Chronicles ones which are excellent.
I went through one of the coffers yesterday to try and put single duvets away and found two pairs of vintage 1980s Laura Ashley curtains which won't fit any windows here. I'm going to put them on Fleabay when I'm feeling better, but if anyone is into vintage Laura Ashley here they are. The brown print ones are 82" x44" each, and the bigger yellow ones once went across our kitchen bay window at Ynyswen.
