We’re all a little like this a little of the time. Chiller keeps plugging along, despite the setbacks, slowly, surely. I feel a bit like this sometimes – albeit without the seriousness of her setbacks to really _know_ what it feels like.
Maybe re-emergence is possible. It was for someone far more seriously ill than I’ve ever been. Thanks, Chiller.
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A few years ago I took an allotment. It was always a wildly ambitious – perhaps even foolish – thing to do, given my health, but if there’s one thing I have learned with MECFS, it’s that almost anything can be achieved if you are left alone to peck at it. Ten minutes here, ten minutes there. A week off. A month off, peck peck peck, and provided there is no deadline, you will eventually get any job done. Accordingly, I had soon put up a polytunnel and bit by bit the beds were conquered and dug and weeded. Things were planted, and they grew.
My site is not a council site and as such has a gloriously laissez-faire approach to plot management. I know a couple of plots where the owner turns up one day a year, digs the whole…
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