I like to make life difficult for myself.

Finally feeling better after a week of rotten illness, I lost my concentration and fell out of my wheelchair. It was a carbon copy of the fall I had last April that broke my kneecap.

It was just stupid.

My apologies for the interruption in service. I think I’ve had a cold all week; it’s a bit difficult to tell sometimes because I already take so many pills.

Anyway, it’s been a rotten week, but I think I’m finally on the mend.

Fingers crossed!

I mentioned how I managed to be ill after our birthday dinner, and as it’s how life is sometimes it should have a page.

In those weird dreams I created the most wonderful art journal pages, beautiful intricate designs.

For once I really can say, “In my dreams!”

On Saturday our family had our postponed from New Years Day birthday dinner. It was lovely and then, in true Jane style, I was ill all through Saturday night.

My plans for weekend journal updates went awry, and today’s effort seems to lack a bit of life.

I’ve had one of those days.

It started off well enough, but then went downhill, and even the brakes on my wheelchair weren’t enough to stop me hurtling towards complete frustration.

After writing this I think I might go and stamp my feet. No, not in temper; they’ve gone numb!