Tuesday is physiotherapy day, so I’m off to North Walsham cottage hospital (after drinking my tea and walking the dog) for an hour of cycling on the motorised exercise bike. I have my brain thoroughly picked by the team of physiotherapists regarding medical applications for cannabis – it’s unbelievable (to me) that they really know nothing of the positive side of cannabis, but spout the usual nonsense that our government has brainwashed them with – I think it’s criminal that access to a medicinal plant is denied to sick people who could really benefit from it. It angers me.
I decide to wash my car when I get back to Southrepps (I have hardly driven the car since I last washed and polished it for my wife’s niece’s prom, but it’s covered in a thick layer of dust) so I spend a busy hour or two with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge making it clean and shiny again. Unfortunately, I also succeed in overdoing it, and I feel completely exhausted. I intended taking some water down to the allotment to water the vegetables (it still hasn’t rained), but I cannot summon up the energy to do so. Tomorrow, perhaps…