Summer?

A decent sleep followed by the usual routines.
The day had dawned sunny and a bit warm once the night air had dissipated. Perhaps Summer has finally arrived.

H and I left to watch the family open water swim at Queensford Lake Berinsfield.
On the way, I took H for a quick comfort run at Castle Meadows. It was a very quick break – partly because we were late, and also because I had tweaked something in my back which sent shafts of pain through me if I moved. And it was real pain which even sent me looking for Ibuprofen which I avoid like the plague.

The water temperature was 17.3C and it was blue, sparkly and clear. Hundreds of people were already there with their brightly coloured caps and floats (compulsory). The lake was well supervised via adults with walkie-talkies and a kayak or two.

The water appeared very clear and did not feel too chilly as H and I paddled. Ali reported that goggles enabled quite good vision below the surface of the water.

We had a good cooked brekkie at the Wandering Kitchen, which is on site and where we have eaten before. My back was easing, the more I moved. There were hundreds of people in the water and it looks a fun thing to do! One lady assured me that muscle memory for swimming is good. I need to practice.

I returned home where I had intended to plant up my pots. But I knew my creaky back would not allow it. I sat down intending to arise and do chores. But I may have chillaxed instead. Or similar.

I awoke and nearly arose but another screaming shaft of pain shot up my left back from my thigh and buttock. My agonised yelp shocked T into activity. So he brought me a bag of ancient Turkish Delight and some dried pasta. I pointed out neither of these items bore much relation to paracetamol. So he returned and this time brought me chocolate cake mix and some curry paste kit.

My patience was wearing thin as fast as my desire for paracetamol was rising. Next he arrived with Zoflora rose scented disinfectant.

Just as an explosion was imminent, the paracetamol police arrived. And I relaxed into the bed with the warmth of the electric blanket to soothe my troubled muscle.

I let the blanket do its work. And when I was next upright the agony was reduced to not being agony. And I made it to the sofa to chat with Brenda for a long while. She has serious pain to contend with.

Next time I stood up was just about pain free so I felt I had no excuse left and went off to prepare some supper for us both. T has spent a chunk of the afternoon emptying the fridge of the things he likes. I have looked into buying special lockable fridge storage boxes. But someone helpfully suggested a second small fridge in the shed. It would not be so readily accessible.

Thought for the Day

This one reminds of an 18 month old Frankie caught out with a face smeared with chocolate as she tried to tell me she was looking for juice. Might have been her first ever porky pie. Probably not her last!