My fab new kitchen makeover (found here) has taken it’s toll on my poor wrists and arms. You may remember me mentioning all the sanding I did, well I am certainly paying for it now. The strain has caused my mild carpel tunnel to flare up and I’m wearing my wrist braces again.

My left arm just has a tight bandage around it, although this is the first time I’ve had any problems with it at all so it was a worry. Especially when you wake up one morning with a throbbing pain in your forearm, the most terrible causes suddenly pop into your head; blood clot, impending heart attack, alien invasion or zombie bite which is right now changing you into a flesh eating monster.

The thought of “Gosh, that sanding really was hard work” is always the last thing you think about, and usually hours later.

The other hand is wrapped in a black brace complete with metal wrist support and swathes of Velcro. Much to the amusement of my father.

In other family news we’ve eaten our body weights in grapes.

If anyone is looking for grapes and cannot find them as the shops are inexplicably out, we’re sorry, we’re really really sorry.

Kinda.