HipHop2 +15. Recovery, phase 2. Sounds v clinical doesn’t it? Well it is v clinical 🙂 Today I feel like taking on the walking to Tesco challenge. 0.4 mile across flat pavemented terrain with no hills to climb or rivers to cross. It’s all weather dependent. Forecast is rain. Just looked. See how it goze. If I don’t go today I will tomorrow. Weather looks better tomorrow. It’s all relative innit.
It’s a dirty autumn day out there. A few leaves still cling to the apple tree at the bottom of the garden. Lots of them are on the lawn, again. A pink rose clinging to the arch above the path between the house and the greenhouse stands out, the only bit of colour against the glum grey green backdrop. You almost feel it is time to do final preparations for hibernation.
Now upstairs, showered and partially dressed. The partial bit refers to my surgical stocking and socks which I can’t put on meself and have to rely on my chosen life partner for assistance. I’ve decided that this is quite a nice time of day, laid back on the bed, phone in hand, waiting for the arrival of THG. A calm time :).
The deck is practically invisible under the leaves. Take care when visiting. I daresay they will get brushed away in due course. All is quiet.
Last night’s fox action was at around 02:12. He mooched around the back of the greenhouse for a while.
Feels a bit more comfortable now that the sutures have been removed, btw. I think it was the same last time. Mr M has done another great job with his needle fair play.