First things first, Harry is fine. He is up and about and only has a slightly wobbly limp to show for his horrors of the other day. The vet said that this should sort itself out in a few days.
HUGE thank you to all of you who sent lovely comments and emails. It really meant a lot to know you were all rooting for my little pal.
Apart from all the rushing about to vets etc I have been sorting out the stock for a herb talk tonight for the WRI in gateside, and also for the 2 day fair in glasgow just before christmas. Organizing the stock means more than just counting out what there is left to sell. Oh no, it means lifting things up, putting them down and finding out what is underneath it all.
Readers, I have found the dining room floor. Quell horror it was there all the time, lurking below all those boxes and baskets, what a find! Having found such a treasure, and let's face it a floor is a pretty handy thing to have really, I now feel that maybe I should take some time to sort things out a bit. Find a bit more space, clear up, move things about – hhhhhmmmmmm is the word I am looking for – h o u s e w o r k ???
I guess so. There is just no excuse, there is no avoiding it, the job must be done.
Oh dear, not just a case of wheeling out the hoover and having a quick scamper round to the strains of Freddy Mercury singing 'I want to be free'. No, no I have to firstly clear out all the 'making things' bumff and the months of 'I'll get round to it after the fairs' rubbish and mess in HQ, just so that I can move the remaining stock out from the dining room and into a pile on the floor out there. Only then can I start on the house itself. Why do I do these things to myself. Why can't I be a 'tidy up as you go along and be organized' kind of gal? This is not getting it done. Today I have a goal. Today I will get HQ cleared and the stock back out there.
I am a woman on a mission. I am Tawanda, I have power, I can do this, I will get it done, I will not be defeated.
Just put the kettle on first tho'………………..