Post 292: Three miles this week and lovely flowers, lovey people.
With the holiday only two weeks away, surely nothing can stop us, but I feel a creeping sense of foreboding any time I’m told to behave and get down from the neighbour’s r...
Post 291: Mummies little helper (morphine) saves the day.
I got up first today. It was 9:15am and the cat wanted his breakfast. To be honest, I wanted to have a go on the treadmill but I would have had a few people take exception to that, under the ...
Post 290: Metal scrap-man causes mayhem.
Well, actually the scrap man didn’t do anything, but because I was being my usual helpful self, I overdid the assistance for him and caused untold damage…
to myself.
“Do you not want to go...
Post 289: An easy Sunday afternoon.
I got out of bed and downstairs for 2pm after a sleepy achy morning.
There was noting to do and I was warned not to step on the treadmill so I was a good boy and I did as I was told.
In fact I was suffering with...
Post 288: Treadmill, back pain and a beautiful Prom dress.
A Saturday with my Darling on annual leave is rare, but this day is not a day for going out, it’s a staying-in day doing chores like the washing and shopping.
But the day started with...
