After Naomi pointed out in the guestbook how long it was since I updated this blog, I thought I'd have to get it done tonight, even if "tonight" is a bit of an inaccurate way of describing 5.45 am! I have to say this hasn't been one of the best 12 months I can remember. After I got back from NZ (and I still keep meaning to write a separate page on that I started back at work. Unfortunately I went to a party the same weekend and had a nasty fall, breaking two ribs. That was another two weeks off on the sick and many weeks before I could have gone swimming or restarted any kind of exercise. I was then in a car accident and kept in hospital overnight. It happened because it seemed that I'd developed some kind of narcolepsy condition where I fell asleep at a moment's notice. I left the RVI with a sore head where I'd bumped it on presumably the steering wheel and this time sore front ribs, again banged onto the steering wheel (so much for the air bags!).
That was fairly recent, and I'm now back on the sick, awaiting yet another week in hospital where this is going to be for observation and tests. At the moment while I do officially have a licence, I wouldn't risk driving (and have no car anyway!) so getting about isn't half as easy.
While I haven't had many weeks where exercise would have even been possible, it's easy to get out of a routine, and it must be at least 7 months since I last swam! Now I would hesitate to go back to the City sessions anyway, as from what I hear it's full to maximum with around 9-10 people in each lane, so I'm hoping to begin a fitter lifestyle by doing some walking. To this end, I had an enjoyable if hard working weekend with my sister at the bungalow, having a decent walk on the Saturday and decorating the main front room on the Sunday. Moving the furniture, especially the carpet, was far more exercise than the previous day's walk. The carpet was very, very heavy, weighed down even more by sand and muck in general. It had to be rolled up and then twisted at just the right angle to maneover it in and out of the bungalow, then turned over and beaten to get the sand out. When we were tidying up to go home, this all had to be done again with the carpet not seeming to have lost any weight having beaten sand etc out of it. We were rolling it up on the lawn and got it stuck at my end on a rock that was in the way. Barbara then made a remark which we found hilariously funny, "no, we'll have to pull it over my way, this is the rock that's stopping us rolling!" which probably wouldn't have had us in such fits of laughter if it hadn't been due to the rather unique circumstances. The rock and the carpet




