Yes, I admit that the cracking of the plaits suggests i should have proved it a bit longer.
The second post of the day. This is the first. I must be getting better. On the other hand, I’m not that much better as some writing and a little physical activity (very little!) has left me feeling quite tired. I have walked to the kitchen and back a couple of times, lifted a couple of cups of tea and walked round the car talking to the man who came to change my tyre.
Yes, it’s got to the stage where I can no longer change a tyre for myself. It first happened few years ago when we were visiting the Lakes. I managed most of it, but the actual getting up off the floor was a bit tricky. Since then I have used my breakdown insurance a couple of times to have tyres changed. They don’t seem to mind, though I expect it will be reflected in the price somewhere along the line.
And then, according to WP, ten hours passed.
Julia returned in that time. We both fell asleep in front of the TV. We looked at the floods on the news and agreed it was a good thing that we lived on a hill rather than the side of the Trent. Generally speaking it was a dress rehearsal for retirement. I’m sure I could get used to this.
Unfortunately it was spoilt by my lack of energy. She has looked after me all through the holidays as I have lain there like a beached whale, and she hasn’t had a lot of rest. Despite my good intentions today, I was unable to do anything useful in the kitchen and I am now feeling guilty. I really must look at some recipes and try to do some cooking tomorrow, even if it is just vegetable stew.
I could even use some of the veg to make a hash tomorrow night, have the others as stew on Wednesday night and then make soup from anything that remains.
Is this what old age is – an inability to change your own tyres and the need to plan in advance for a simple stew?
Photographs of bread are offered as proof that (I was once able to cook after a fashion.
