Wednesday, 26 September 2012


I feel better. I even ate a fish for lunch, and came downstairs for a cup of tea. Jon took George out for grocery but the stall wasn't there so he got broccoli from the one stop instead.

Photos by Jon.

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Troublesome Tuesday

Ellie and now Brian have the gastroentiritis.
The car got fixed but then the battery died in Burnley and Graham and RAC had to rescue Jon and George.
I've eaten dry crackers and baked potato.
The headache is a bit more bearable.

Monday, 24 September 2012


I have the gastroenteritis.
Am dead.
My respect for Jon for even getting out of bed on Saturday is bordering on awe.
The headache makes me want to die.
No food.

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Slightly better Sunday

Photos taken by the utterly wonderful Dot and Brian - our bezzie Shaz's Mum+Dad who took George out for the day and gave Jon some time to sleep and recuperate. He is feeling much better thank god.
The aching is everpresent but I feel slightly less breathless - just dealing with the tonsils with the penicillin.

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Shitty Saturday

Jon has gastroentiritis
I have tonsillitis and am fucking bed ridden with chest pain.
Help from Ellie and Graham much appreciated and needed.
Boiler and car broken.

Friday, 21 September 2012


Life experiences 101
#34 - ride in ambulance
Awful day. Spent the night with chest pain and by morning I was struggling to breathe, cue paramedics and ECGs and then hospital and a nasty canula, chest x ray and more tests...
After 6 hours I was allowed to go, not my heart thank god but my muscle over my heart, across my chest. I must have torn or pulled it lifting George. 4-6 weeks of no lifting and taking it very very easy. I'm in bed as I write using my phone. Hence the poor quality photo. I feel like I have a boulder on my chest and breathing is sore and shallow, but it will get better in time, so for now it's sleep and codeine.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Saturday, 15 September 2012

Friday, 14 September 2012

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Walk the line

Shhhhh....George took his first two steps today. Twelfth September.
I didn't catch it on camera, but I wanted to make a note of the day. He is nine months, three weeks old.


I'm in the attic, full of cold.
I have fairy lights

And Radio 4.
What is going on with Adam and Pavel??!
Graham visited and took George out.

Jon is doing everything.
Huge guilt and feelings of burden
I feel some tiny gratification that I froze some nice meals I cooked last week which we have eaten today for lunch and tea.
Night all.

Saturday, 8 September 2012


We took a trip to Bedale for the weekend to see Grandma and Grandad and also for George to meet his cousins - two of whom are off to Uni for the first time.

Helping Granny with the washing

With cousin Samuel - off to Southampton University next month...Samuel, not George

Hug from Granny

Laughs with Grandad

Tea and cakes in the garden

With cousin Tom and Granny

With Tom

With Cousins Rosie and Tom and Granny - Rosie is off to Paris at the end of September

Kicking a foot out...

Doted on

Granny, Daddy+George, Cousin Ro, Auntie Caz, Grandad and Cousin Tom

Mum B, Jon+George, Rosie, Caz, Dad B and Tom

Friday, 7 September 2012

Saker Sourdough

Saker organic bakery has opened round the corner....*yay*

Wednesday, 5 September 2012