A semi productive day, between naps.

I felt fantastic this morning. Awake at 7.30, still cool outside, full of energy, things to be done. Washing, turnout a cupboard, make yoghurt, bake bread. Pride cometh before a fall they say.

Well ......I set myself a few too many things to do in my current state of health. I feel so much better that I did this time last week. But..... it didn't take very long hanging over the twin tub for me to realise that I am still very wobbly. Glad that there are not very many tourists here during the day 'cos they would have seen me laying flat out on my camp lounge panting, after lifting out a load of clothes and hanging onto the back of the van while trying to peg out shirts with one hand. You see bending down and then  looking up sort of upset my balance.  (I placed a chair in a strategic spot for the next load.) Eventually the wash was all dancing in the breeze looking quite pretty.

 

I took my self back inside the caravan with the air conditioner to recover.

After an nanna nap, which I am entitled to because I am one, I boiled the kettle to put in the thermos for the yoghurt. This is when I found that my brain is not working so good. Three trips to the outside kitchen that kettle cost me. Find and fill kettle, go back to the van for the lighter, go back to the kettle to work out what I had gone into the van for, light stove, collect kettle when it whistled. Gosh I hope the stuff brewing in the ESIYO thermos really is yoghurt. Could be anything the way my mind is working today.

 

After another lay down I managed the bread mix ok.  Didn't get to turn out a cupboard. Decided that would just be silly.

I am now lying down again. But I'm not wasting time. I dug out a blanket I am knitting which I  haven't touched for a while 'cos it is 12ply and hot to work with. The air-conditioner  has taken car of that problem. There's some measurable progress happening even if there is delicate snoring going on between rows.

And I do hate it when the doctor is right. He said to expect sudden bouts of tiredness for at least this week. Side effect of being unconscious for 24 hours. "Get up and do things when you feel like it," he said. "Move around a bit. Rest when you need to." Drat the man.


K must have had a long day too. He's watching the back of his eyelids in the annex.

However I do feel some sense of accomplishment. It is amazing how comforting the normal routines of life can be.

Cheers Sue

A Ferg on the Move