Grimley no more

I had my final physio today. Of course I didn’t know it was my final physio when I left this morning but I did have my fingers a bit crossed.

To be honest, I was a bit worried about travelling today, what with the remaining snow and ice everywhere. The last time we experienced snow here (the year before last as we missed the big one last year) the paths and roads were awful. My chief concern was falling over and trying to save myself with my left wrist. Not a pleasant thought.

My fears, however, were unfounded. Everyone on our side of our street had shovelled the snow away from the path so there was a lovely clear and continuous path to the main road. The main road is clear because the council do that. I noticed with a certain amount of micro-local pride that the next street along seemed not to have bothered at all.

When I arrived at Frimley station, however, it was a very different matter. Snow and ice everywhere! Mind you, the snow did improve it a bit. It amazed me that the station had snow around it. Still, with a lot of care and consideration, I made the hospital unscathed.

Slush outside Frimley station

After a few little testing exercises, Sandra proclaimed that she was very, very pleased (her double very, not mine) with me and that she never wanted to see me again and so I bid her (and Frimley) goodbye for ever! I hope. She did add that if I experienced any degradation in my wrist that I could call her. This is not likely.

Back in Farnham I did the usual shopping and gossiping with my Starbuck’s and Waitrose chums before heading back home. On the way I noticed how lovely the Farnham Bowling Club green looked in white. It then occurred to me how much easier it would be to see the bowls if the grass was all white.

I wonder why someone decided to walk out to the middle and back?

The rest of the day was spent working on financials – sorting out how much money we’ve lost by owning too much property during an economic downturn. I won’t bore you with the details. Instead, here’s a picture of Day-z, lying on the window sill, wondering when Mirinda is coming home.

I wish this glass wasn't so cold on my nose