Yesterday I went for a swim - and managed a little over a kilometre which I am pleased with. It may have looked like the great white whale lumbering up and down the pool but I can't see me. So there. And I swim to reduce the pain and mostly it does.
Then I had a small reward and met a friend for a cup of tea. She also invited a friend and a good time was had by all.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. By which time the smaller portion was up and had (joy and bliss) done the grocery shopping. Not a task I enjoy.
For the rest of the day I read agreeable trash (Little Vampire Women) and thought about the things I should be doing. Liking wrestling with the weeds in the garden. Perhaps today. Or perhaps not. If I get down onto the ground I have HUGE difficulties getting up again at the moment and while I have crawled across the lawn to pull myself up on the front steps before it is not a good look. But a number of companies have been sending me gardening pornography in the form of bulb catalogues, and if I am to succumb (I will) I need to clear a space for things to go.
And this morning I was greeted when I opened the daggy old curtains in the lounge with a pair of King Parrots - mother and baby. Wonderful. We haven't seen the king parrots for a few weeks and it was lovely to see them back.