Body Shapes

I’m sorry but I was certain that I’d have posted by now about the stigma of mental ill-health but, strangely for me, I’ve been too busy.

Both yesterday and today I’ve been putting my body in shapes it’s not meant to reach.  This wasn’t a new exercise regime but much more serious than that.  Mrs Carr’s top floor flat roof has sprung a leak and the only way onto the roof, other than hugely long ladders, was to clamber through the velux window of a neighbour’s flat which opened onto the flat roof. 

My elder child did this clambering without problem but my ample obese frame and ageing and weakening muscles struggled and struggled.  Eventually I made the roof - not before I had cuts and bruising - to find a massive pool of water probably 2 inches deep but from the wet marks on the felt had obviously been about 5 inches deep at one time. I need to say here that coming down was only marginally easier.

Fifteen minutes brushing had cleared the water and so with a dryish spell forecast there is a chance that the roof will dry and I’ll be able to effect a minor repair.

Can I make it through that window again?