I have just looked up my last post and it is amazing that it has only been a week ago. First of all the winter has returned, plus this weekend there were no grandsons in evidence, but thankfully little Elian had been to the soft gym during the week, so I can provide you with a cute picture or two.
After the beautiful spring weather last week and we have to admit, after copious warnings by the authorities the winter had returned with serious vengance. Mind you, it had to be the total ineptitude of the "Catastrophy Centre" that left thousands of people spending TWO nights in their cars, surrounded by jacknifed lorries and 3m high snowdrifts. Dreadful and shameful. Our garden and wild birds, however, kept us endlessly amused as you can see in the pictures.
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And now for the main topic of this post, as suggested in its title: MY LEG!! Well, it has got worse and worse as the week went on. I got really worried, then depressed, then just totally stressed. Until last night I have only slept a couple of hours in front of the TV on the settee and then not a wink in my bed. So, this morning I gave myself a good talking to and suddenly discovered that I know what's going on. My muscles had started healing, but as I have been pretty inactive they started mending "short". This is a physiotherapist expression for mending muscles which grow together thick and rigid (therefore painful) unless they are gently stretched occasionally. I started this morning and it is already a lot better. Why didn't I think of this? I am going totally doolally in my dotage!!
The only good thing coming out of my recent insomnia is that I got up and watched the Australian GP live. I think it was a bit of a procession, but at least Alonso didn't win. Hurraahhhh Kimi! The Iceman cometh! It was nice to see him win. I hope the Lotus is good this year and gives the other teams a run for their money.
And then I got busy after breakfast and filled out 6 years of tax returns, which have been sitting on my conscience a bit and might have also had something to do with the insomnia. They are getting posted tomorrow and then it is out of my hands. Nelly and I are catching the 6.15pm bus into town as we are both going to the baths tomorrow, plus going shopping, to the Post Office etc. I have to be a good girl and do my stretching several times a day and then I might even be able to run at the weekend. If not, I'll just watch the rest of them running about while I walk round.
After the beautiful spring weather last week and we have to admit, after copious warnings by the authorities the winter had returned with serious vengance. Mind you, it had to be the total ineptitude of the "Catastrophy Centre" that left thousands of people spending TWO nights in their cars, surrounded by jacknifed lorries and 3m high snowdrifts. Dreadful and shameful. Our garden and wild birds, however, kept us endlessly amused as you can see in the pictures.
.JPG)
And now for the main topic of this post, as suggested in its title: MY LEG!! Well, it has got worse and worse as the week went on. I got really worried, then depressed, then just totally stressed. Until last night I have only slept a couple of hours in front of the TV on the settee and then not a wink in my bed. So, this morning I gave myself a good talking to and suddenly discovered that I know what's going on. My muscles had started healing, but as I have been pretty inactive they started mending "short". This is a physiotherapist expression for mending muscles which grow together thick and rigid (therefore painful) unless they are gently stretched occasionally. I started this morning and it is already a lot better. Why didn't I think of this? I am going totally doolally in my dotage!!
The only good thing coming out of my recent insomnia is that I got up and watched the Australian GP live. I think it was a bit of a procession, but at least Alonso didn't win. Hurraahhhh Kimi! The Iceman cometh! It was nice to see him win. I hope the Lotus is good this year and gives the other teams a run for their money.
And then I got busy after breakfast and filled out 6 years of tax returns, which have been sitting on my conscience a bit and might have also had something to do with the insomnia. They are getting posted tomorrow and then it is out of my hands. Nelly and I are catching the 6.15pm bus into town as we are both going to the baths tomorrow, plus going shopping, to the Post Office etc. I have to be a good girl and do my stretching several times a day and then I might even be able to run at the weekend. If not, I'll just watch the rest of them running about while I walk round.
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