The Perils of Ginny

I've been neglecting my blog of late. Like the beautiful, though silent, Pearl White I've been tied up for the last few weeks. Well, metaphorically anyway.

A series of 11+ appeal process, work, and illness culminated last week with me being laid up with a bad back. For several days I was unable to sit for more than a few minutes at a time, leaving me with the options of pacing around endlessly or taking strong pills & sleeping. The latter seemed eminently more sensible.
Thankfully I'm now on the mend, sitting even as I type!
And, as I know you're dying to know, I didn't end up with a knackered back as a result of some dastardly, but handsome, man tying me to the railtracks (or the bed). No. Sadly it's very mundane. I foolishly insisted the children tidy up their bedroom & I picked up a couple of paperbacks from the floor.
How the mighty are fallen. Or felled.