And I'm Pins and I'm Needles....

I woke groggily this morning.  Last night's sleep was not a good one... I ached and sweated, and gazed at himself in deep slumber, and resisted the urge to nudge him and make him wake and speak to me. 

I got up and showered, while he still dozed, and sat downstairs and contemplated if my head was up to life.     After half a cup of tea, I decided it wasn't. 

And then, my Himself painted the ceiling, showered, changed, drove to Edinburgh, helped Tooli with her flat shift, drove back, painted the ceiling again, and then watched his football, (which was only just saved by the last minute goal).   What a bloody hero that man is.  What did I do to deserve him?  Honestly? 

While he was gone, I did manage to get myself up.  While being sick yesterday I was conscious of the state of the loo. Karcher in one hand, I headed in, and steam cleaned it to within an inch of it's life.  I changed the sheets, had them washed and hung out, before I had to keel again, and lay down for an hour. 

When I next got up, I decided to tackle my Acer.  Something was wrong with my acer.  The last one... the rabbits ate.  This one, was going swimmingly, until this last week.  I decided I would talk to it for a bit and find out what was wrong. 

While gazing at it, I spotted this branch, which looked a bit bent and maybe dead.  I thought, "I'll prune it".    I puts my hand out and grabbed it, and promptly dropped it and ran screaming around the garden.  

The "branch" was warm to the touch, and very soggy.  I squealed around the garden quite a lot.  Noticed that none of the neighbours came to my rescue and then ventured towards it to examine in detail. 

I sat it close by the chair, and watched it for a while fascinated by this twig like thing, with a face like the end of a twig, legs at one end, and legs at the other. 

It had a grip like a vice, and not amount of pushing and poking with a stick would shift it. 

I waited til himself came home and pointed to Acer, Look, look what is eating my acer I said.  And he could not see it.   So I pointed and he went "urgh". 

So I used a little branch to foil it, and it clambered on to it, and we managed to get the "extra".  Then I told Himself to heave it over the fence.  Which he did not do - it's in the garden still, laying there in the grass, teeth wrapped round that little branch, pretending to be a branch itself. 

It's an INCHWORM. 



And thank you all so very much for kind wishes for self-pitying illness.  I am still a bit poorly, but getting there.