I haven't been well this weekend.
According to the WebMD Symptom Checker (an excellent companion for hypochondriacs) I could have the plague, viral pharyngitis or something called the 'common cold'. I was slightly disappointed not to have been scratched by a cat recently, as 'cat-scratch disease' sounded quite intriguing.
As my brother said, "at least it's not 'man flu', Dave". Quite right. That could have me off work for weeks.
Despite the plague or the pharyngitis or the cold (and the excellent football on TV this weekend) I eventually had to get out of bed to complete two chores that simply couldn't wait.
Before I go on you should know that Emma has been having contractions.
I thought contractions were something you only had in the final few hours preceeding a frenzied-dash to the hospital, so you can imagine I've been slightly on-edge since this news came out on Friday.
It wasn't until the baby car seats were safely installed in both the SUV and the commuter car that Emma told me contractions can go on for weeks. Ah well. Better to be prepared, right?
The other job that couldn't wait was the squirrel-proof strawberry patch.
The initial plan to let my strawberry plant crop mature in the house hasn't worked out well.
A plague (hmm?) of small black flies accompanied my box of seedlings into the utility room.
Having swatted about a dozen flies in the past week and then seen one fly into her Shepherd's Pie last night, Emma decided it was time for the strawberry plants to vacate the premises.
Of course, you know that just beyond the fence of our home evil squirrels lurk. Squirrels that just can't wait to shred my strawberry crop the moment I plant them outside.
So there was just no way I could let my strawberries go into the world unprotected!
What do you think? Squirrel proof?
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