I'm mostly better now, thank you. Still getting a few twinges when I do something unwise, like e.g. lift a polythene box full of packs of sugar off the floor to get into another box underneath, or take the dog for a walk and have her tow me through the village like a water-skier, but otherwise I am about 98% fighting fit.
In the 8 weeks - almost 9 actually - since I had my op, the outside world has started to become Spring-like. There are snowdrops and crocuses in flower in the garden, and daffodils in bud. I assume they're daffodils. They might be irises. Or hyacinths. I'm not sure. The mole made a brief appearance in the front lawn, much to our delight*, but seems to have buggered off again.
To mark the "new beginning" feeling, this weekend we are doing a catering job for some neighbours, which I am very much looking forward to. And yes, we have asked one of our excellent helpers to come along and lend a hand so I don't end up overdoing anything.
So. Other than recuperating, and some low-key socialising, what have I been up to?
Mr WithaY and I went along to a willow heart-making class in a nearby village, and I made the above work of grace and beauty. It took me two hours, and hasn't fallen apart yet. When I get round to it, I will secure it to the fence at the bottom of the back garden so all may admire it.
And how did we hear about this willow-weaving class, you ask. Well, by attending THIS event:
Which I found out about on Twitter. I love social media. The potato day was held in the Cheese and Grain venue, which hosts all manner of events.
Sci- Fi! Anti-Fracking Protests! The Wurzels! Ah, the West Country. Everything you want, and quite alot of stuff you'd prefer not to have to look at but can never unsee.
So here's some of the highlights of potato day:
And here are the throngs of visitors, eagerly eyeing up tubers:
The vantage point is from the little meeting room upstairs, where we went to listen to a chap talk about foraging. It was next door to another meeting room, with this stern note taped across the window:
It was a little distracting, listening to the chap talk about the types of plants which could be found locally and were good to eat, with the enthusiastic clomping of trainee burlesque dancers going on in the next room.
What else? Oh, I had my hair cut off! I was fed up with feeling frumpy and old and tired, partly due to post-op malaise, I suspect, so I went to the excellent Toni and Guy in Salisbury who did me a funky modern cropped choppy look, which I love. It's funny, a mate** posted a photo of me on Facebook which he took when I was a student, 25-odd years ago, and I HAVE THE SAME HAIRSTYLE. Just goes to show. What goes around comes around.
Only now there's some grey in it. Bah. And gah.
I have decided to try and be a bit less lackadaisical with posting on here too. I used to get so much genuine pleasure from interacting with people, and just the simple act of writing stuff down was cathartic. So I will make more of an effort to be here more frequently. Can't promise photos of potatoes every time, though.
*well, to my amusement and Mr WithaY's speechless rage.