Goodness gracious me the sparrows had just finished farting this morning when I got up, got dressed and made it downstairs. I’d had enough lying on my back in bed. Let’s get some movement I thought.
Hannah heard the kerfuffle on the stairs as I tried to carry a grabber and a bag full of essential items such as socks, hoodie and laptop together with my crutches. She took the bag off my hands and once I was settled returned to the comfort of her bed. Seven thirty.
Not much going on outside. The occasional car rolls by on their way to earlies. No tea yet as the kitchen is closed. Too early for the staff. THG would have already sorted it 🙂
I’ve turned the thermostat down. It’s been getting too warm first thing, especially for those still tucked up under the duvet. I’m ok with my hoodie on. Been wearing this hoodie for over a week now. It has a front pocket which is v handy for carrying my phone when strolling to the kitchen/downstairs loo/bus stop, the three destinations on my current route map.
Hungry now. I believe a cooked breakfast might be on the cards later but I sense the need to have an interim slice of toast.
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Two slices of sourdough toast and marmalade and half a grapefruit with a pot of tea and I’m sorted. Ready for the day.
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At 08:52 I can hear the fast jets taking off from either Scampton or Waddington. The defence of the realm doesn’t recognise weekends. Well actually it probably does. Our next door neighbour at Greetwell Gate used to fly his twin engined jetstream from Scampton to RAF Northolt every Friday to visit his girlfriend in London. Would only take him half an hour. That’s what I call a good commute.
The Red Arrows take 15 mins to fly from London back to Lincoln. Years ago we were watching one of the Queen’s jubilees and the finale was a Concorde and Red Arrows flypast. As soon as it was over I decamped to the Morning Star and exactly fifteen minutes later the Reds did a flypast of the Cathedral, or of the Morning Star. Take yer pick.
Looks like it is fining up. Bodes well for the walk to the bus stop. I think I’ll try and get three or maybe even four of them in before the rugby starts. Feels as if it is time to ramp up the training. I’ll get to know for certain on Monday with my first physio session.
The road outside is getting busier and now seeing walkers head in the direction of Tesco. Unless they are planning on walking to Wragby or somewhere which I did once and found that the pavement ran out about two thirds of the way there. Quite dodge it was.