The week of new students achey knees and a pile of washing. Oh and a husband with sarcoma.

As I sit here musing at the weather, wondering if it is ever going to snow it reminds me of times before air conditioned giant sheds that take over very small back gardens.

As a lover of the sun who is married to a hater of the sun the giant shed we have very unsubtley plonked at the end of the garden of our very small terraced house is at times a bone of contention.

After installing air conditioning it appears that on days like today I am single. With my husband sitting in near arctic cinditions whilst I make the most of the very inadequate Dyson fan whilst hoovering up.

I have spent a week in classrooms that have no air con and are like giant greenhouses full of young people with me squeezed in at the front, trying to have a semblance of control.

I arrived home last night and announced that I think my archilles tendon was about to rupture alongside my left knee which I could equate with an inflated balloon, to be met by the words.... "Im going in the shed" suffice to say that the beauty of sympathy appears to have disapated into a giant unsympathetic hole.

It's hard sometimes living with someone iller than you 😂😂 in so much as you know your achey joints, bad back and menopausal hot flushes pale into insignificance compared to someone with a serious condition, however it becomes the norm to underplay your sexy limping for fear of creating a competition, I mean I know I'm going to lose that one.

I long for the days where my hypochondria was a recognised thing, you know... there there, followed by a pat on the shoulder.

I didn't fight back, instead I decided to do some housework like a bloody hero whilst gazing venomously out at the bloody giant shed as if my venomous vibes would absorb into the person sitting inside it.

When I had half finished the kitchen and resembled that person you see annually in the marathon crawling over the finish line, I got a text from the poxy giant shed.. romantically suggesting that the husband wishes we were on our bench in Scotland..

In that one second a response was.. "great my at archilles tendon is about to snap, I can't put my left foot on the floor and I have sweat pouring down my face while you relax in the giant COLD shed"..

At this point my stance on who is the illest ensued with me having to succumb to what I feared.. I lose.

If you can't beat them join them I say!!!!

My giant shed