Ouch!

 My Physiotherapist has been again this afternoon - in the most appalling weather - absolutely pouring with rain here for most of the day.

The pain that was bothering me which made me call her in the first instance has disappeared after following her given exercise regime and - for the first time in months - I can now get both legs into bed unaided.

But accommodating my new reading light entailed a lot of moving and shaking for want of a better phrase.   Emptying book shelves - reaching up to the top shelf, the sorting books out into my chosen categories = Poetry, Novels, Wild Life and Natural History, Autobiography and Biography.   Then after the electrical work was done, putting everything back in its right place.   Hard work and next morning realising that I had done too much and that although my first set of aches and pains had gone a new set had taken its place.

So today within five minutes of arrival - as usual - she put her thumb on the offending place and nearly made me hit the ceiling.   Ten minutes of pain and a new set of exercises and off she went, trusting me to do the exercises and saying she doubted I would need another visit.

By the time she left the rain had stopped and looking out of the window now thin streaks of blue are showing here and there in what has been - all day - a grey, threatening sky.    Still we won the last Test so I really don't mind if it rains now.

Having said that - I take it all back.  Farmers who are wanting to harvest must be despairing at the weather.   At least grassland farmers will mostly have got two silage crops in and all this rain will be making a third crop highly likely.   There was a time a couple of months back when it was so dry after a cut that the new grass just wasn't growing.   Now it has gone to the other extreme.   Is there ever in our lovely island a perfect year for the farmer?