I could have easily thrown that alarm clock out of the window this morning. Although I slept I feel as though I haven't and wasn't impressed when the radio came on announcing it was 5.30. Nigel laid there contemplating whether he should get up straightaway or lay in bed for another half an hour, then decided to get up and make a lot of noise about it.
6am, decided to put in an appearance downstairs where I could hear him making tea, and toasting himself some bread. Went to sit up in bed - ouch, that hurt, back still no better. Put foot to the floor and felt the calf muscle tear again.
ouch
To say I am falling apart is an understatement. I am really fed up with it now.
Hobbling around downstairs, more like a woman of 90 rather than 40, no point agravating it anymore by trying to do any exercise, sat here nursing my cuppa and contemplating the day ahead.
Need to go to the shops to do the weeks shopping as didn't have time over the weekend. Start work at 11 today and finish at 2.30 which isn't too bad, can cope with that hopefully. Pick up son from school and try and attempt to do some exercise before tea, hopefully leg will feel better by then - here's hoping anyway!
Oh well better get a move on and drag the kids out of their beds, spoil my peace and quiet for the day
Have a good day everyone what ever you do
