Post 421: Walkies! (It’s only 18 minutes).
I’m fretting over the writing club on Monday. It’s two sleeps and I’m getting plenty of thoughts about how my plan to walk is falling apart, crash bang wallop.
It’s not the be...
Post 420: Sis & Bro Pop By and Where Are the Darn Bags?
There are some things that somehow don’t get onto the page and I have no reason why. Like the printing of the 400-odd blogs or the sale of my truly lovely Volvo Olive.
My Mum’s...
Post 419: Physio Appointment PM Follows a Runaround
Although later today there’s going to be a therapist delve into my right shoulder, which is easing nicely since my little operation five or six weeks ago.
But before that I had a possible ph...
Post 418: The Realisation…
The U3A is a national organisation offering daytime (evening) classes for those who are no longer full-time workers.
In my case—and I bet you’re hoping it might help—I’m going to sample a Cr...
Post 417: First Day Back at Work
I have been purposely avoiding any chatter about the dreaded time it takes me to get through the admin surrounding my new issue with worsening AFib.
It remains to be seen how AFib will affect my life, especially as ...
