Nice coot-y day made all the more exciting by me waking up wondering what to have for lunch as we're planning on a second pub visit today. Most unlike me to be thinking about food in a positive way – maybe this is the start of eating for pleasure again?
H manfully cycled down to Climping where we met him with the dog beasts for a quick beach swim (4 legged creatures only) in the biting wind and then nipped to a local boozer for lunch. Chalked up half a plate of scampi and a few not particularly great chips, this eating lark is slowly coming back.
Lot of afternoon dozing in front of back to back rugby, great timing Six Nations, ta very much. My feet are the latest form of in-home entertainment as thick wads of skin are now trying to come off – I look like a leper and getting caught on uneven 16th century cottage floorboards by the poking out skin on your own hooves is a new rather bizarre game.
Keep finding myself worrying about the biopsy next week. Partly the procedure but more the big unknown about what's causing the back pain and what the treatment, if any, will be. I'm now finding it pretty hard to get from sitting to standing, although once I'm up and have moved each foot a couple of times, I can then walk a bit of a way. Made it down to the beach today, which felt good – even if I did look slightly ludicrous in not one, not two, but three hats. Well, it's bloody cold without a base layer of hair, I can tell you.
Right, an early night it is. The others are still downstairs talking about the May Bordeaux trip, where the boys might go fishing (not that they ever catch anything), which vineyards to check out etc. I just hope all my shit will be behind us by then, I so don't want to be the reason for another buggered up trip.
As I keep having to say, grrrrrr, we will have to wait and see. Happy Saturday lovely folks x