I’m tired out from my physiotherapy session yesterday, not helped by a poor night’s sleep. The dog drags me around the field by the village hall after I’ve got the mugs of tea, nutriblast and PopMaster out of the way, but apart from that I’m happy just to be vegetating on the sofa. I spur myself into action around lunchtime, hang out some washing in the back garden and clear up the mess (of my making) in the kitchen.
Another sit down is required, and I’m fighting off sleep. I combine the afternoon dog walk with a visit to the allotment, harvesting some more kale and spinach (and a handful of raspberries) to go in our nutriblasts tomorrow morning.