I thought I was becoming more lively, I even said as much in my last post, but then everything seemed to go very flat, as if I had a slow puncture. Where it was a reaction to the operation (if you can call such a minor procedure an “operation” or whether it was a loss of energy resulting from sitting round doing nothing, I’m not sure. The real test is that I did the washing up after breakfast, which is the first thing I’ve done since making soup last week.

Anyway, today as I sat and watched people root through barns full of junk, I decided that the washing up needed doing. How boring must a TV programme be before the washing up seems preferable? What sort of life do I lead where washing a few plates stands out as one of the notable events of the last week?

Allium at Whisby

I haven’t even kept up with my writing. Nothing submitted in May, no more Facebook posts for the Numismatic Society (I had been intending to edit the Admiral Vernon post to make it more suitable but it’s heavy going) and no progress on the talk for September. It really has been a poor time for doing things. Still, it’s just laziness, procrastination or recovery (it’s hard to tell where one ends and another begins) and it’s not fatal. I can start working again today. In fact, let’s be positive. I will start work again today.

The last few weeks haven’t been a real measure of retirement, as hospital has taken a chunk of my time, but I do hope I can do better in the next few months.

But first I will get then kettle on. Julia has just rung to say she’s on the way home and that takes precedence.

Cranesbill Geranium