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?