It has evidently rained quite a bit while we were away, and the garden is looking better than when we left it. I took five boxes of cuttings off the grass yesterday, and things that had been sulking are coming back to life, notably Tony's fuchsia and the magnolia Susan, which we feared we might lose. Far from it: it is flowering, and leafing up nicely. Plainly somewhat confused.
MThe downside of holidays is that the laundry piles up. We’ve done three lots over the last couple of days, so are pretty much up to date. Gosh: the fun we have!
Martyn’s had another session of acupuncture, and thinks he’s feeling some benefit. We are booked in for our Covid boosters ten days hence at a practice in Crowborough: there was nothing on offer in Disgustedville, which seems odd.
I had a chat with the orthopaedic surgeon on the phone today, and we’ve agreed that we should sit on our hands for the time being. The change in my knees continues, but the advice is not to load the knees more than can be avoided: avoid carrying heavy bags and wearing back packs. Hence, no doubt, why the knees are misbehaving, given our recent trip, which involved both. Consider walking with a stick. Auld age disnae come its lane.
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