Bad ankle or no bad ankle - it is all happening. And strangely enough I am walking far better today than I have walked so far, and also feeling better, so obviously I do need to keep busy.
The decorator rang yesterday to say that he was coming today to redecorate our bedroom, so after our evening meal the farmer took the pictures down and moved anything he could - curtains went to the dry-cleaners. My weekly Tesco order comes between eight and nine o'clock on Tuesday mornings, the decorator was arriving at eight-thirty and then the place delivering the straw rang to say that another load of straw was arriving at eight thirty. More by luck than judgement they all slotted in nicely together and by the time I went out with friend W at nine thirty all was ship shape and the decorator had begun his work. Now, as I write this, the bedroom already looks incredibly different - no cracks in the plaster, no chips in the rubbed-down paintwork. Nothing beats the professional at work, whatever the trade.