The Hipster Diaries #6 – the short road to freedom

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”

The Hipster Diaries #5 – not a virtuous woman

I am not a patient patient. No sooner am I down to one stick, than I find the stick an irritant and I’m sneaking round stickless. I wangle in extra exercises and am probably a bit too optimistic about the thought of physio on Wednesday; chances are I shan’t be leaping up like Lazarus andContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #5 – not a virtuous woman”

The Hipster Diaries #4 – Smartie free and smelling of roses

My mobility is coming on a treat. I’m down to one stick now and can generally manage without any sticks just pootling round the bedroom/bathroom. After days of the leg lifting exercise barely garnering a millimetre, I actually managed lift off today (twice so it was not a fluke). Having got myself rationed down toContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #4 – Smartie free and smelling of roses”

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”

The Hipster Journals (2): from prodigy to pain in the ass

Yesterday was an excellent day. It started with the triumphant cracking of the surgical stocking conundrum and I positively swaggered downstairs, fully dressed without assistance. Various strolls around the garden were completed and a few roses deadheaded before lunch. I even went over the stepping stones (twice to prove it was not a fluke). TheContinue reading “The Hipster Journals (2): from prodigy to pain in the ass”

The Hipster Journals (1)

Those following my wittering will have noted that I was in hospital on Wednesday having a dodgy hip replaced. The process has put a bit of a crimp on my usual activities but, after a rather aimless first couple of days back home, I’m now trying to get back to gainful deployment and thought thatContinue reading “The Hipster Journals (1)”

Lights, camera, action…

Well we’ve been beavering away like nobody’s business the last week or so because Keith somehow managed to agree that the garden should feature on a Border TV slot. This seemed to me to fly somewhat in the face of my plans to eschew the efforts of an open day this year, but as heContinue reading “Lights, camera, action…”

Early May in the Garden : Ponds and Peaches

For the first time in ages there seemed to be a dull morning today and, mum having been kidnapped by Ishbel for compulsory fun in Eyemouth, I thought I might lurk indoors and catch up with this. I was in the middle of editing some photos when I heard an unfamiliar sound – rain onContinue reading “Early May in the Garden : Ponds and Peaches”

Pretty in pink (and blue and yellow)

The top pond cherry tree has exploded into pink candy floss and most mornings I am to be found wandering around in my PJs admiring the bejaysus out of it. It is an absolute corker. Keeping up the pink theme, the apple trees in the orchard are taking over from the pears in the blossomContinue reading “Pretty in pink (and blue and yellow)”