Really knackered and its the middle of the night. Now normally one would just go to sleep following the knackered part but something odd is going on in my ribs and laying down is not normalising the situation at all. So sitting up it is for the moment.

Now as spring has come early things which the sun shines on are showing that they are not as clean as they could be. So with that in mind, husband leaves the house each morning with a wry smile and strict instructions not to attempt to clean anything. This is all very well but despite the fact that I now have a cleaner once a week which is fantastic and other halfs bright suggestion that we need her everyday which we cannot afford I sat and looked at a curtain which with the bright light shining on it really really really needs washing. So determined at least to be one of those housewifes (disabled git I should say) who can achieve some level of satisfaction (bearing in mind we live in the untidiest house in the whole world) I thought if I sat and thought about it long enough I could sort it out. So because for some reason my youngest is currently obsessed with this decoraters ladder thing with a platform on it (it must have a proper name but i don't know it) bearing in mind he went through a phase of taking all the handles off the doors when i say obsessed I mean obssessed so this contraption is in the middle of the kitchen! I decided that it certainly would be an achievable task to push said object with backside close enough to walk up the three steps and stand on platform to pull wire out of hoop and then let curtain slide gracefully to the floor because of gravity to be deposited in washing machine. Easy peasy......

So with a determination about me I put said bottom agaisnt 'object' now I am just under five foot and these days weigh just over 8 stone so one would think this would work. However the 'object' I now know needs to be fully extended to be stable, so backside in pert mode (hands too liable to dislocation and despite hand break being over a year ago now, bone still displaces continually, using them as nature intended is out of the question) I set about task. What actually happened is still a little hazy suffice to say is that things did not go to plan, pushing the 'object' caused a domino effect around the kitchen which involved cats, dog, me, broken glass, dislocated knee, fortunately so loose these days and such a common occurence I can relocate myself without entonox. Cat freaked at screeching sound 'object' made as it crashed to floor, landed on dog who thought it was being attacked by cat, cat thought mmmm have made the wrong move and jumped on the draining board knocking off glassess which also crashed or should I say smashed to the floor. Dog a beautiful but brute of a staffie is scared of cat so along with bulk and my backside pushing the 'object' which lost its platform and ladder bit and folded in on itself and the dogs attempt to hide behind me from the cat, I think my back bending knees which should not have put themselves under any more stress than really standing up today, caused the fall to the floor which was I feel one of my more gracefull 'trip or falls' to be honest bearing in mind the circumstances. With my pride very bruised and really feeling quite dejected I once again as is normal in the life of the hypermobile got about the getting up of the floor thing, fortunately once the dog had calmed himself his staffie bulk comes in handy at these times and he stoically allows me to use him as a prop and he lets me actually use him to pull me up. He is really good at this and due to his strength and the fact that I am not huge it is probably in doggy land pretty easy stuff for a Staffie, he loves it as he knows when he has helped he gets a gravy bone, so very much worth it. Knee relocated, pain relief taken and horrid knee supports on, cats safely upstairs, I set about thinking how to extrapilate myself out of explaining the complete carnage in the kitchen. Do you know what blog, rather than face the trauma of severe telling off for attempting said task I white lied.... awful I know, I blamed it on the cat and said that cat came in with a mouse which set off the scenario of events pretty much as described as above just leaving the bit out about me. I still feel guilty and may well confess but much later, like next week later, or month ..... fortunately husband doesn't do the internet otherwise he could read the whole lot here and I could fess up that way. So blog, I've told you and thank you for listening.

Must remember to ask cleaner to get curtain down etc,, cleaners list is so long even I can't believe it but it now. It has sections (how sad is that) so an hour and a half is spent doing essentials and ignoring the essentials that can be put off until next week or possibly the week after.... and the last half an hour doing a job that is on that spring cleaning list which at this rate will be finished next winter. Never mind I got taught how to do all this achievable task thing at a pain managment course and I guess it comes under the delegate if dangerous to one's health kind of task! So bearing that in mind, I wonder if I could delegate the dislocations I get from running my fingers through my hair, with the angst of it all. No not even I dear blog would be that mean, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. So I shall continue not to mind because do you know what blog, I will NOT let this EDS beat me. So there.