Post 365: I slept for seven hours.
A well-deserved rest after an amazing day with the weeds was just what I needed to feel free and alive.
The TV missed me today because I was most definitely not a lounge lizard. In fact, I felt strong—so str...
Post 364: Not much happened.
Being able to laze about in bed all day and get up for dinner is the domain of the very tired retired.
My thoughts about getting back to work in a month for a couple of hours a day are twin-bladed: my mental health will...
Post 363: Reality bites.
Another tired eyed start to the day but it was nice but breezy outside.
I grabbed my notebook and set out on a journey of discovery.
The Aviva form had been emailed and I was still waiting for a price for that holiday in n...
Post 361: An email and phone call that makes me happy.
My eyelids gave the game away this morning. I was all ready to get up—but they were not.
They were in cahoots with my legs and arms, and the overall feeling my body had decided on was one...
Post 360: The mattress tested—and my body too.
An early morning call from the district nurse was a very welcome surprise.
“See you in twenty minutes,” she said.
I was already up, but conveying the message to my darling was met wit...
