Mobility landmark for Clare

Nice to wake up to a bright sunny morning after a fairly good night's sleep. Getting to bed a bit earlier than usual seems to have done me good. 

After breakfast I designed a digital Christmas card and prepared it to accompany our annual email newsletter. Clare received a fish delivery from Ashton's at nine, and was busy getting portions ready for the freezer when the doorbell rang a second time - her lift from Sue to go to a physio appointment down the Bay. On this occasion she returned the walking frame and crutches loaned to her by the clinic for the hip op. No longer needing them three and a half months after the op is quite an achievement! 

Salmon soup for lunch and an hour's sleep. I seem unable to escape tiredness at the moment. I noticed that I was making more typos than usual, my hand eye co-ordination suffers more from left sided impairment and maybe also from my brain working slower when I'm tired. As it was getting dark, I went out shopping intending to buy Christmas cards. I needed to get a bottle of TCP and was surprised to find none on sale in Boots, Savers or Tesco's. The takeover of a company that makes it has suffered supply chain problems and cannot deliver enough to retailers to keep up with demand. Hmm. Finding out about this was enough to distract me into forgetting to buy cards. I bought chicken pieces to roast and vine tomatoes that got rather squashed in the bag carrying them home. I cooked them with onion and garlic to combine in a sugo with roasted chicken tomorrow.

When I was looking for things on supermarket shelves this evening I noticed that I was finding it harder than previously to identify products I was looking for. It wasn't just a matter of not having suitable spec's to see what I was looking for, but not identifying products by their package colour, shape, or labelling. I'm not sure if this is erosion of memory or the process of recognising things automatically. It doesn't help if a product has been given a brand makeover. I notice other folk as old as me lingering in aisles of shelves searching for items they need, whether memorised or written down. Sometimes I arrive at a shop and have to stop and remind myself what I've come to buy, with or without a shopping list in my head or in hand.

After supper I watched a couple of episodes of 'Les Invisibles' and then it was time for bed.