Lately weekends are just a trial and emphasise the crapness of this disease and life in general. On Saturday he wanted to go to the garage where he keeps his Morris Minor and do a little work on it. So he got up, washed and dressed - and that's a chore in itself. It's difficult putting the support stockings on over his swollen leg and both feet. Then he wanted to put his boots on. Tugging, pulling, pushing and squeezing…