Let's make amends like all good men should

The joy of a Negative Test. 

Too late for LeeAnne's 50th Celebrations though.   I'm not a fan of the tests, and I'm pretty sure that most people I come in close contact with for the next few days will still be at risk from coming down with it.   And for those with weary, elderly and sick people I do not want to be the one who passes it to them. 

We celebrated by a drive to the allotment.  We weren't doing anything - Both of us are too knackered.   And when I say weren't doing anything, Si got a trolley (new purchase by the committee doncha know) and filled it twice and then moved it to the car, whilst I lay prostrate against the door. 

Against my better judgement, I decided that since I was there, I should pull some weeds from my Asparagus.  First Asparagus popped.  It's about 12 inches long and an inch thick. Seriously It was a monster. 

The bending down pulling of 8 weeds, and then standing back up again, completely did for me.  

So we drove slowly to the town, examining the dismantling of the big wheel and then dropped the bags off at the recycling centre. 

Then we came home.   Si emptied some soil into my new front bed for me, and i lay on the ground and planted my  lavender which has been sitting for probably 6 weeks to be planted. 

I felt very pleased with myself, and I'm sure the neighbours are sighing with relief since the garden has been a pigsty for weeks. 

himself cut the grass, back and front whilst I could barely cheerlead. 

We then came in and sat on the couch, and cried for quite some time - reading this back I can't understand why I was so tired, I did NOTHING.  

We had a nice hot shower, and a cup of tea and then ate dinner and watched a film we had watched before but couldn't remember  and were in bed by 9.30.