Three appointments in one day is just not a sensible idea; my own fault as I made all three but by tea time I am beginning to wilt.
A trip to the Physiotherapist for my six-weekly 'going over' this morning. Three quarters of an hour later I came out shattered as usual, but knowing that the manipulation of all my bits and pieces would be helped along for another six weeks.
Then it was back home for a rapid lunch (only half an hour or so to prepare and eat it) of bacon, egg, beans and tomatoes. Incidentally for the tomatoes I tipped some Piccolo cherry tomatoes I had into a basin and microwaved them for a couple of minutes and they were delicious.
Then it was off to the hairdressers. Today was for a colour (yes, I am grey and yes, I do have it coloured more or less to the colour I was in my younger days - and the colour of my eyebrows to this day!) and back home just in time for the visit of the Chiropodist. By the time she had gone it was time to have a nice sit down, so I made myself a whole pot of coffee (Taylors of Harrogate 'Lazy Sunday', my favourite blend), sat down with my book and indulged myself for an hour.
Having read Cro's post today about the glorious weather in France where he lives - temperatures of thirty degrees, I rather despair of the weather here which struggles to reach twenty degrees. But at least it has been largely dry. And, by the way, Cro's lovely weather is accompanied by clouds of flies. We can do without them can't we?