Today I was unable to walk at all. I spent a lot of time dragging myself around the house on my butt thanking the Gods of the Gym for my new strong arms. The odd times I did manage to stand upright, I had to use a stick and move very slowly, grasping every surface around me. It was not a good day.
The day was made worse because I had to cancel going to France with the Weasels. It means I’ll miss seeing them but also I won’t get to see the mechanical turkeys. It was with great sadness that I wrote and told them.
One bright note is that I didn’t get wet travelling to Battle. A microscopic brightness.
Also, given my almost complete immobility, I couldn’t vote. Mind you, hearing the exit polls at 10pm, my vote wouldn’t have made any difference anyway.
And so my day was composed of dragging myself between the lounge and the dining table. At least I could do some research.
On the lounge I watched TV and dozed. I was never really comfortable but I could have done without Freya sitting on my foot everytime I moved.
Meanwhile in London…Mirinda has come down with, we think, whatever Bob brought over with him. Her voice is going and the cough has returned. Hopefully we’ll both be better by next week when we go to Florence.
She probably thinks it’s a nice warm cushion