I got up at 6.40 and went out to see why the Girls were complaining this time. It was a grey damp morning, and I had a headache.
I had decided yesterday that today I would go to the allotment and do a deep clean of the shed and coop. It's usually done in early April, and I'm really really late. As it involves saturating everything with Poultry Shield, I need a warm dry day so that everything dries quickly. As I tramped out across the wet grass I realised that today wasn't going to be the right day.
I went back to bed, and didn't get up again until gone 11am. By the time I got up, with my headache subdued, it was a baking hot day. I feel a bit rubbish for going back to bed. I know what I'm like, and normally I don't let myself get suckered in to going back to bed. But I had a headache, I didn't feel great, and I thought it might be different.
When I got up, and had breakfast and showered, I still wasn't feeling full of the joys of Spring. It happens, and I know it will be better tomorrow. Acknowledging that, instead of slapping myself because of my apathy, was a good tactic, and I feel a bit more chipper now. I even dressed in one of my lovely me-made maxi skirts, and I feel a bit more human.
We dropped some garden games at the end of Next Door's driveway, hopefully the two kids will like them.
