Ah, blessed relief. My back is no longer killing me, and I can move around relatively easily. I did a bit of walking yesterday, to and from the station to the office, ad back again in the evening, which I think is about 4 miles in total. I am that sure helped a lot.
The journey home from London was enlivened by two lovely long-haired golden retrievers (I think) on the train, sitting quietly in the end of the carriage, wagging their tails when anyone went near them.
I miss having a dog still. Even our mental scary one.
Off down to Sussex shortly to see how my lovely Mum is getting on, and then staying at Bestest Mate's house as we haven't seen each other for bloody ages.
And I am taking my guitar. Ha.
Hair still looks fab, by the way.
2 comments:
Just been catching up- I'm glad your mum is on the mend, and that your accident didn't make your back worse. And I like the haircut. Once you find a good hairdresser, you have to hang on to him or her. You're never satisfied otherwise.
Z, thank you, we are all hoping for the best.
The haircut is one of the few bright spots in an otherwise depressing vista at the moment, frankly.
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