ASMR tummy sounds, gurgles, growls and grumbles - with some giggles and tummy scratching

Yesterday, I woke to the sound of water...cascading through the ceiling, bouncing off the boiler and creating a delightful 2 inch puddle below...with soggy socks I dipped my feet inside my wellingtons and ascended a ladder to clear black gunk from the gutter and to fiddle with some roof tiles. One doesn't usually do such a thing when the precipitation is running down one's gym leggings and filling one's boots but needs must. Fortunately, I have a very dear friend who was able to assist me with some felt and a make-shift repair on the external section. The internal bits and bobs are drying and I will repair the ceiling once I know that things are improving. Later that afternoon, I met my bestie or a socially distanced coffee and to give her a little birthday present. Waving goodbye, I slipped my right hand into my pocket to search for my keys...only to find that they were decidedly absent. The following 30 minutes were spent with me on my hands and knees trying to locate the said missing keys...all to no avail. It was when I remembered that they had somehow worked their way into my jacket sleeve that I knew they could not be far away...I hadn't foreseen that they would have ended up in my hood though.

This morning, I tried again to head into my gym for a tough workout but on opening the curtains...it was clear that the gym would not be happening and that the river levels, would be...so it was that I spent the following hour, covered in grease, operating a manual sluice gate with the force of a small world behind it. My plans to create a christmas tree were somewhat hampered and so another family member kindly painted one on a piece of card and that now hangs on the wall in place of my home-made twiggy christmas tree. One does what one needs to do in order to focus on the important things. With heavy rain forecast for the next few days and the alert level being raised to a flood warning...thoughts of my leaky ceiling and the well in my kitchen, are at the forefront of everything. Although, for these reasons and other personal circumstances, christmas will be different...it will involve me being in my big boots and taking care of whatever damage, the forces of nature bestow upon us. I am grateful for my health and for currently still having power and being able to stay in my home. However, I am preparing for the possibility that we will have to leave at some stage and so if I go very quiet or disappear...it will not be through choice but because circumstances have forced me to do so. With that in mind...I know that things are very different for everyone this year but my saving grace is that we are all still here and that has to be the greatest gift of all...and not the fact that the small presents I ordered for my son...will likely not be here until mid january.

But...here I am, on my bed...listening to my stomach gurgle and having a conversation with the internal workings of one small Pixie.

Thank you if you stopped by or liked my content or just happened to read my ramblings. I am emotional this week, mostly for reasons I cannot divulge here but please be patient with me whilst I try to make my world round again. It's ok to cry...it doesn't mean you are weak...it means that you are vulnerable and being vulnerable means that you are a brave and sweet soul.

With love and kindness and jam because that is all I have to offer.

Annie

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