I woke up from a good night's sleep to a morning of rain, and walked under my brolly to St Catherine's for the Eucharist. We were about three dozen adults and a dozen bubbly children. Getting there was an effort with stiff legs. I felt sleepy as well as foggy brained, aftermath of the covid vaccine I reckon. Sebastian, now a toddler of 18 months, was there with Rachel his mother. He came to the end of the pew where I was sitting at the end of the service, gave me a big smile of recognition, approached me and placed the grass seed he'd been clutching on the pew beside me. A moment of delight on a drab morning.
After lunch, Kath returned to Kenilworth having done a grocery stock-up trip to Tesco's for us. Keeping a variety of bread flours is important for us, as we prefer to eat what we bake for ourselves. Normally I buy several kilos worth at one time, but routine shopping has been disrupted for the past couple of weeks.
I went out for a walk and soon had to return for a brolly as it started to rain again and continued for the next two hours. I returned with wet feet and trousers, much annoyed and frustrated. I can't just stay in. I need to keep moving to prevent my legs from stiffening and making it even harder to walk. I don't know what impact the various meds I'm taking on my musculature. I must ask next time I see a consultant.
A quiet evening. I didn't fancy watching anything, and had a long chat with Rachel instead. She's waiting for her American passport. It will enable her to travel to and from the UK without needing a re-entry visa. On our own again tonight, but not feeling as fragile as a fortnight ago
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