I seem to have sleeping sickness. Yes, it exists. It is called trypanosomiasis. (One of the few facts from A level geography that stuck!). You get it by swimming in lakes with dodgy organisms that go in through your skin. I think. Only I haven't been doing that, so, when I awoke from my three hour sofa nap ( which encompassed the TV concert we had been going to watch together) to find my husband looking at me with raised eyebrows I had to think of a quick story.
(In a questioning voice:) Little green men came down and took my essence, leaving my body behind and now I have returned but I am radioactive?
Him: Radiopassive more like.
Oh, you put one of his comments on the blog and now he is playing to the crowd!
I have no excuse for slothfulness. Its not even like I have not been getting exercise. My bike has been in the garage hidden behind piles of stuff for years which is daft becuase I really like cycling. Only I forgot the number of the combination lock and getting some bolt cuters was always on tommorrow's to do list. My honest- as- the-day- is-long brother in law came round yesterday, took one look and a claw hammer and, in three seconds flat had liberated my bike. Which left me decided that (a) I am not going to be heeding ny sisters plea not to tease Mark for originating from a high crime area for a while and (b) there was not much point to the lock in the first place.
I went for a ride and found myself turning left onto a cycle path and mingling with a cycle group coming arcross my way. I was inordinately pleased that even in my depleted state and on my first ride for years I beat them all to the end of the path. Ok, so, some of them were aged four, but still!
Not much productivity to show then except the block above which I made for a Birthday month swap I found hosted by kate on about.com. It was my second attempt. Look what I did with the frst one - how did I not notice that befroe I sewed it all together?!