Today I escaped. I had a trial run at the tunnel yesterday and went all in today. A proper dog walk at last…..along the back road and then down towards Kersfield. Not all the way, Mum was getting distinctly “one egg clucky”, but far enough to demonstrate it was fine and operate as a bulkheadContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #6 – the short road to freedom”
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The Hipster Diaries #3: a chastened and regretful Tigger
What seemed a slight stretch/stiffening a the time of the last post (cue bugle) deteriorated to something rather more severe. I was in a lot of pain over dinner and even worse the next morning. A day of limited movement followed. Nurse Lyra assisted greatly. I stuck to my exercises, just, and managed a littleContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #3: a chastened and regretful Tigger”
April Blues
This has been languishing in my drafts folder for a fortnight and I was half tempted just to delete it and move straight along to May. But then I thought no, the forget-me-nots and bluebells should have their five seconds of fame, so I shall turn the clock back… April is really the first monthContinue reading “April Blues”
April Foolishness
We are over half way through April now and the countdown to my hip op is well underway. I am focussing on those jobs that involve prancing around or grovelling on the floor, activities which may well be on the prohibited list during the immediate aftermath. On sunny days I am mostly weeding and “reshuffling”Continue reading “April Foolishness”
25 hours in a day, and the aftermath
Well Christmas was lovely. It played out as follows: I was totally whacked by 10 when, resplendent in one of the several pairs of Christmas PJs received, I stumbled off to bed (where I managed to pull a muscle rolling over!). Nothing stopped me sleeping though and I emerged today, bleary eyed but refreshed, andContinue reading “25 hours in a day, and the aftermath”
23/24/who the hell knows…
It has been a monumental scrum the last two days. I have chopped and mixed and wrapped and knitted and snipped and quite frankly I barely know which way is up. However, I think things are mostly in hand. Here is the sit rep Have a lovely Christmas everyone. I tried to edit the picturesContinue reading “23/24/who the hell knows…”
22 blingy baubles
At last a day of action. Keith, Lachlan and Lyra went off to collect the turkey, a feat which involves lunch out at the Anglers Arms, and mum and I were left to crack on. We had been invited to the neighbours’ for a Christmas snifter but I was still hacking and coughing and wasContinue reading “22 blingy baubles”
16 painful squats (at least)
Day 16 has proved rather swings and roundabouts territory. See for yourself: Santa’s elf is still slightly tired, achey and testy, but I do think my tolerance levels are gradually improving (Keith and Mum will not agree, I suspect, each having caught me at the thin end of various wedges today – but really theContinue reading “16 painful squats (at least)”
15 is a bloody annoying number
Today has been filled with thwarting annoyances interspersed with minor successes, so pretty much a mortadella of a day. It started badly when, having resolved to do my physio exercises, the equipment had gone a-missing. Cue an hour of cursing, door slamming and generally prowling around like an avenging angel. Thankfully, the aforesaid items turnedContinue reading “15 is a bloody annoying number”
Thirteen+ neighbours boozing (with their chums)
We have now moved from the traditional 12 days of Christmas items, to the neo versions for days 13 to 25. The above seems especially apt as tonight is the Ruthven Seasonal Pizza Party for the neighbours. I am getting my blog in early as I’ll definitely not be fir for it tomorrow (which mayContinue reading “Thirteen+ neighbours boozing (with their chums)”