Sore fingers!

This week it seems to have been my mission to destroy my hands and fingers! First of all I wound up my friends cat with some wool and ended up getting a nice scratch on the skin in between my fingers which was really tender for a day or two. I don't blame the cat, I was annoying him but rightly so since I'd just had to dispose of a dead magpie he had presented to me as a gift! Poor thing!


Then I trapped my finger in a door, why do you hop up and down when that happens? Does it help somehow?! Then I hit another finger on the corner of a cupboard door, the nail side, this still hurts now. Then to finish it off I somehow scrapped a few lairs of skin off another finger, I don't even recall doing this but I know it bloody hurts when I try to bend my finger! So yes, I'm a walking disaster this week!


Our fridge has broken again! Can't believe it! There I was sat eating my coco pops on Saturday morning and again I realised the milk was warm, disaster! An engineer came out to see it today and apparently when it was fitted (before we moved in) they haven't put any holes in the bottom of the cupboard for ventilation and the compressor has broken which will cost about £300 to fix! So we are just going to get a new fridge freezer and hopefully get rid of the inter grated one and buy a normal free standing one. We went to look at them on Sunday in preparation for the bad news and saw this ace retro one that was quite expensive. Anyway the engineer said they are OK but not that good so sadly we may be sensible and get a normal looking fridge.


I'm feeling alot better this week, I even managed to go food shopping on my own. Now it's getting warmer I don't cough as much outside and can manage to put the bags in the car and take them out easier. The trolley is still hard work to push around since I'm a breathless weakling and trolleys have a mind of their own. However my chest is feeling miles better this week so I managed quite well. I went for a massage on Friday and have felt progressively better since the end of last week, so maybe it has helped, who knows?! To be honest I think massages are overrated, it was OK but I didn't like all the oil, I could hear it squelching and all I could think of was how sticky my skin was going to be when she had finished! I think I need to get a proper massage by a trained sports masseuse as I didn't feel like she pressed on hard enough to loosen up my muscles.


Pete is gym obsessed and going 4-5 times a week in preparation for the Great North Run, making me feel very bad with my twice a week attempts. He also somehow managed to talk me out of getting takeaway curry last night because he wants to be healthy whereas I don't care. There is defiantly a clash sometimes meal wise, I want high calories but I don't want a fat husband!


That's about my week summed up...!