It’s my birthday today, and I am 56 years young! My wife returned home late last night, and we didn’t get to bed until the early hours which meant that I really didn’t want to get up this morning when the alarm went off (so I didn’t!). I get up at 8am, leaving my wife to sleep on and catch up on all the sleep she sacrificed over the last 3 nights, helping her youngest son and his fiancee get into the swing of parenthood.
I open cards while I have my morning cuppa and Nutriblast, and then we get a visit from my brother-in-law, who comes bearing gifts (beer!).
We pay a quick visit to my wife’s youngest son, his fiancee and our latest granddaughter in Hevingham, and then we are off to Stalham to see my younger brother and my mum. My mum gives me a sizeable cheque so that we can go away on holiday somewhere nice this year (thanks, mum!) and my bother furnishes me with some more beer (are you spotting the pattern here?). Then it’s back to Southrepps to walk the dog, check on the allotment and prepare something to eat.
Symptoms are pretty much the same as they were yesterday, with the exception of muscular weakness and stiffness in my right arm, which is giving me some pain and restricting movement – time for a beer and a little self-medication with cannabis.