Day 82: Friday 31st May

Wow! Up at 6am, washing on the line, another load in the machine. Sunshine!!!! What is this phenomena?

Apparently the weather for today is 'chance of rain' 

13°C

Current: Mostly Cloudy

Wind: N at 18 km/h

Humidity: 87% 

Making the most of it, as I have a whole week's worth of laundry to get through, including a pile of rank camping stuff! I am just hoping that the sunshine remains with us for the day, as I am out and about for most of it, so the usual gallop to collect in out of the rain will not be an option today.

So - today's plan comprises:

Visit to doctor on her request, to discuss results of my latest round of blood tests. Eek.

Visit to Mr Ding-a-Ling to discuss my knackered knees (both of them this time) and hopefully come up with some kind of plan.

Apparently I have a problem with my synovial fluid,
wear and tear, and non-existent cartilage!

Visit to Mummy and Daddy, so that we can spend some time together, and  to allow Mummy to attend a funeral* in the knowledge that Daddy will be in the company of somebody reasonably able to cope with his needs. 

Return home to the joy of collecting in all the line-dried laundry, iron it, and retain the services of C1 and C2 to take it all upstairs, and NOT dump it on the floors of their bedrooms, but put it all away.

Laundry Monster!

There is another plan in the offing - there has been a special request from Mr 1957 for a Victoria Sponge to accompany us on our bike ride tomorrow. C1 is all set to come up with the goods at some point today, probably in between Mr Ding-a-Ling and M&D. 

I can rely on C1 to produce a fabulous 3-egger.

I will be fitting in some sneaky marking whenever I can, as there is another deadline looming next week, and I don't want the stress of having to rush it.

Have now gone past the 6 stone weight loss notch on the kitchen cupboard door. It feels fantastic to be able to move, wear clothes that are loose, not be out of breath, and to generally feel so much healthier. The only fly in the ointment now is the knee situation, which I must admit to being completely confused about. I had thought that such a considerable weight loss would have had a positive result on my poor joints, but no, they are worse than ever. *




* RIP Mr Ferenc  xx

** See Mr Ding-a-Ling!