Ten days or so into the physio régime, I'm finding it pretty hard going. Each session takes about 35 minutes, and I think my legs are getting stronger. It starts pretty easily with stretches and suchlike, but when it gets to the wall squats and single-leg balancing, my language gets somewhat....exercised. I report on daily compliance on an iPad app, and but for a typing error, can report 100%. I am not required to report my live commentary.
The chaps turned up this afternoon to move the heavy stuff downstairs, and judging by their dialogue, we made the right decision to Get Someone In. As I write, I recline on the Habitat sofa-bed bought over 30 years ago for the front room in the old house, which only had two bedrooms. I’m not sure how much furniture juggling we’d have to do before opening it out to make a small double bed, but it has worn well, and will be easy enough to make up as a single one, as and when. But in any case, there’ll be another double bed upstairs by the end of the month.
Next task is to select stuff to hang on the walls: we’ll perhaps delay that until Martyn has decided how to furnish the desk. We have quite a stack of paintings up in the loft, so may have to get ruthless.
Pleasant chat with neighbours this afternoon: they came round for tea and briefing on the builders we used, since they are hiring the same firm. Really good to catch up: we’ve always been on good terms, but have not socialised much, and were glad to catch up with what's happening next door.
Lunch yesterday with Celia and Andy at a nearby hostelry: once more, a welcome sign of return, maybe, one day, to normality. The place was quite well frequented, and once again I found the noisy environment quite stressful: for some years, I've noticed that my hearing is not wot it used to woz. But it was a good chance to spend a moment with valued friends. (I ate too much. As usual,)
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