Snooze is away for a couple of days and I thought I would get the stuff shifted around as a small surprise for her. I managed to shift all of the required guff into the loft with few problems and got the other bits a pieces moved around as required.
All seemed to go remarkable well right up until I attempted to get out of bed this morning and realised I’d done some damage to my lower back. I think I might have tweaked a sciatic nerve. I’m OK when I’m sitting and I’m not to bad when I standing and walking. The real problem is negotiating between the two! This meant for an interesting “roll out of bed and hit the deck” maneuver to enable me to get to a standing position from the bed!
I never used to suffer from as many back complaints as I do these days. I blame it entirely on the stupid tart who was driving the car that slammed into us last December. It’s when things like this happen I am tempted to pop round to her house and punch her in the nose just so she can share some of the pain.
Unfortunately riding a bike in this condition isn’t too easy so I’ll stick with being collapsed on the sofa watching telly! I might even prepare tomorrow nights dinner if I’m feeling adventurous. Maybe a sausage casserole done in the slow cooker? I just have to hope that Misty doesn’t get up on the counter to try and investigate the smell.
Also, If Snooze gets home and moans about where I’ve put stuff I’ll batter her (when my back is better!)