Tired out

I have taken what my wee NZ physio lass said to heart - ie that I have to work through the pain - and have been going at it hammer and tongs at every opportunity. Sitting looking really pained at the bus stop, or in the waiting room, walking carefully with an exaggerated left foot lift, and walking lots. JR also pummelled and prodded at it expertly with some moisturiser. Sore.

But pain means gain. Or possibly, no pain, no gain. Whatever, it's my new motto.

In the morning I walked over for a routine knee check up, and walked back through the Meadows. Phew. Then more painful tensing and stretching exercises. I fear that I overdid it. I was SO sore and tired later, I couldn't even do my blip when I came home!

Archie went out for the day with Jenna, a flatmate of Annemique, who is away home for the holidays. What a lucky boy.

We had been invited for a roast dinner with Janet and Bailey. And what an epic roast dinner it was! ALL the trimmings, including yummy Yorkshire puddings. And then to follow - swoon - Summer Pudding! Wow.

It was a wonderful evening, with lots of prosecco, crackers and silly hats (and two silly jumpers). Archie, having run around Bonaly Country Park all day, was very very tired, slumped on JR's lap, and didn't move.

I was flat out in bed within minutes of getting home. Didn't even have the energy to do my blip. I might not go at it with so much gusto today tomorrow.