Turns out it is not such a bad life, convalescing!   Staying home, having a read, having a lie down, watch some telly.  Sit on the deck and do the crossword, watch the cockatoos.


Afternoon nap.  Wandering by the lake in the afternoon for the dual purpose of getting some exercise (which apparently is key to recovery) and walking the dog.  Mind you, my “exercise” these days is very sedate so the poor dog is missing out rather badly.


Sometimes I feel a sense of frustration that I am not “doing” anything, but then I go and have another lie down and it suddenly doesn’t bother me any more.


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  1. You of course ARE doing something important – you are recovering!! Xx