… gone for that drive this afternoon.
Admittedly I only went 500 metres around the block but I ended up in agony. and so I can rule out driving (a manual car, at least) for the next while.
Despite the absence of an alarm this morning I had another miserable sleep. I didn’t get much of that and what I did was interrupted by a lot of tossing and turning.
Shame as it is to say it, I was up and out of bed by 07:30. Pretty pointless in remaining there not being able to sleep and having a thirst that I could photograph.
After the usual morning performance I ended up doing a pile of tidying up – in the bedroom, in the kitchen (I took out a pile of plastic, glass and carton waste) and on the computer where I eliminated a pile of duplicate files.
After lunch I went for my little drive, which I bitterly regretted, and then came back to press on with the photos for April 2018, of which there are hundreds.
However, I couldn’t keep it up. By about 16:30 I ended up back in bed where I stayed for a couple of hours. Following which I leapt into a salt bath for an hour. not as salty as I was hoping because I’m running low on salt, having forgotten to buy any at the weekend.
as a result a rather late tea, of pasta and mixed veg tossed in olive oil, black pepper and garlic salt.
But now my leg is weeping again. It had stopped for about 36 hours but the driving seems to have started it off again. That’s very disappointing.
It’s enough to make me go early to bed and I need to too, because I have plenty to do tomorrow. I have to push on.
