On Sunday I went out to cut the grass. Within half an hour I was rushing into the house, stripping of my clothes in the kitchen, shouting and carrying on. Dh was on the phone with dd and was looking at me in complete amazement at what I was doing.
As he said to dd, "your mother has just ran into the house and stripped off her clothes."
I ran upstairs and got into the shower. I had scratched myself red raw in some places and no I hadn't been bitten but it turns out I am allergic to the bloody grass. I went off my allergy pills a week or so ago and I had barely been outside since that time. However cutting the grass in the field which was long and flying around was "the straw that broke the camels back" as they say.
Suffice to say a trip into town to get allergy pills was in order and no more grass cutting for the day. I was out yesterday cutting grass with no problem, other than I ran out of gas! I can cut the grass in a fraction of the time with the new mower, so that's a good thing.
The newspaper on the window is working at keeping the red cardinal away, however it still attacks the patio door every now and then (no newspaper on there); will keep the newspaper up for a few more days. Also had no birds fly into the picture window yet either which is good, but that doesn't happen every day normally though.
Do I dare hope that I may get my car back this week? Stay tuned for news on that front!
Have a good day everyone!