Where has this month gone? Having had good intentions to
write on this blog more regularly, I find myself hijacked by events and
circumstances, which make sitting quietly and just writing difficult. So, to my
shame, not a lot has got writ this month.
I will admit that it is partly my own fault. I do get so
easily side tracked. However, with our parish magazine needing to be put
together and calligraphy writing to be done on a project a friend has asked me
to do, I find that the time has just vanished. Both items take time and effort
to carry out, so I am not whipping myself too hard.
April has been a good month in many ways. I am being
consistent in my weight loss and the steroid dose is gradually reducing – down
to 5mg now. And I have bought some new clothes that actually fit. I find I am
at the moment a size 16. At one point, my waist size even defied size 18
clothes, so it is a relief to find that I am getting to a more normal size.
My snoring seems to be reducing. On my visit to my ENT consultant,
the matter was discussed with him. He agreed that I did need to lose more
weight, but also suggested I purchase a kind of mouth guard to wear at nights,
which would supposedly help stop the snoring. This I duly bought and have now
got. Alan, however, suggested that I move back to the marital bed to assess
what the snoring was now like, and has pronounced that it was a lot better than
before. So there was no need to buy the mouth guard at all (at present)!
My current project is making sour dough bread – a subject
worthy of a blog site all of its own. I have had some fascinating happenings
with the sour dough starter, the first one that I have developed that seems to
have a mind of its own. Happy days.
We have also found out, we think what the problem is with
our poor back lawn. Apparently, it is due to the grass clippings not being
raked up after mowing (we didn’t have a box on our mower). A thatch has
developed on the lawn over the past few years, which has meant that new grass
has not been able to develop properly, hence the bald patches. More hard work
for my poor husband.
