Promises

I woke up in the wee small hours last night with the fiercest attack of cramp I have ever had in my life. The whole of my right calf was knotted solid; it was so painful that I actually woke up screaming.

Which was nice for Mr WithaY.

To be fair, he has plenty of experience of me waking up screaming, but usually it is nightmare-related. This time it was as the result of actual physical pain, so he got to enjoy me trying to stand up to relieve the cramp, whilst swearing and groaning.

Other news: His fingers are healing up well. Next visit to the plastic surgery clinic is in August, and except for when he accidentally whacks them on something (which happens more than you'd think) they are not giving him any trouble.

He plans to mow the lawn later. If we have to make another mercy dash to A&E I will be sure to take photos this time.

I was going to do a big photo-posting with pictures from the Bath and West Show, which we had a grand day out at a while back, but Photobucket is not playing. Maybe later.

There will be pigs! And sheep! And a giant pie!

Bet you can't wait.

Woke up this mornin'

There has been an interesting new development in the WithaY household.

Am I having a baby?

Why no.

Are we getting another dog?

Not just yet.

Have we won bazillions on the Euro Lottery and can give up paid employment forever?

No*.

Take a guess.

Go on.

I'll help you with a clue....it involves a trip to the music shop in Salisbury yesterday, where Mr WithaY once again proved that there is no such thing as a bad impulse purchase.

Our home now contains, as well as three guitars, a bodhran** and a selection of tin whistles, a brand spanking new blues harmonica.

Many years ago, someone in my family (I can't remember who is responsible for the outrage) gave Mr WithaY a harmonica and a "Harmonica for dummies" book for Christmas. He tried gamely for a fair while, but only ever really managed to sound like an asthmatic who'd swallowed a whistle, and gave up after about three years.

How I wept.

Yesterday we went to Salisbury for a whole list of reasons:

1) Went to the hairdresser. I had a haircut booked at Toni and Guy. Yes thanks, it looks very nice. The girl who did it was flatteringly impressed that it isn't dyed: "It's such a lovely colour! Oh, you lucky thing!" etcetera. I looked at her blonde, blue-eyed loveliness in the mirror and thought "Yeah right...like you'd ever swap." But I kept such uncharitable notions in my head.

2) Went to see Night at the Museum 2 at the pictures. Was amusing enough, but a bit of a firework display, far too much going on for any of the characters to get a chance to engage the audience. But, Hank Azaria is always watchable. Christopher Guest was completely wasted, and not in a fun way though. 6 out of 10.

3) Went to the music shop and bought some books of chords/piano/lyrics. Amy Winehouse, System Of A Down and The Pretenders, to be exact. Should be fun. I am going to force my piano-learning mate*** to play along with me.

While we were in the music shop, and I was busy buying Fender picks and music books, Mr WithaY got chatting to one of the staff. Next thing I knew, he was buying a blues harmonica, or "harp" as the pros in the shop called it, and a "how to play blues harmonica" book.

He's been practicing a lot. Already. I'll let you know how he gets on. He declared that as he now has missing fingers**** he needs a good "blues" name. Stumpy. Fingers. Lawnman. Chopper.

We spent quite a lot of the drive home trying to come up with something appropriate.

Suggestions welcome.









*Arse.

**google it

***hello Sarah!

****A bit of artistic license, but they haven't grown back yet.