I'm not sure what that song is, but it reminds me of this fencing project.
I've promised the kids a day at the beach when the never-ending saga is over. The proviso being they have to watch me pant through a 10k run first. Jess thinks she'll have a crack at the 5k and though Sarah too is back on the running bandwagon, she's taken it upon herself to keep an eye on the 'little kids'. With only a month to go, there's still a whole lot of fencing left to complete, not to mention a whole lot of 'training'.
In a case of absolutely rotten timing, the few days Matthew chose to take off work were the same few days he succumbed to one of the most debilitating flus I've ever seen. Having been through it myself the week prior, I mopped his brow and fetched his tea, just as I know he'd have done for me had he been around. Testament to how sick he was, a Sunday doctor visit was necessary, possibly only the third in our near-nineteen years of marriage, those first two involving gaping wounds.
Fortunately those big girls were home for the weekend. And though we left end assemblies, stays and gate hanging for the big fella, we did manage to pull a lot of wire.
Some progress at least.
And with Matthew's Mum arriving for a visit this evening, one really should be vacuuming .... not blogging!