Bit of a lie in this morning after my first day on the pop yesterday. Fourteen rugby enthusiasts in the shed worked very well. I was sat at my desk at the back as the chair there is the right height. Whenever I wanted a drink from the fridge I just had to ask Zara, who was propped up on cushions on the floor next to said appliance, to pass something back. The giant cushions were fabricated from old coffee sacks and are v handy either as a footstool or for leaning against as was the case with Zara.
So was out of the shower and getting dressed by nine thirty. In the meantime THG had been out clearing bottles and glasses from the shed, fair play. Back in the bedroom I hung my dressing gown on the hook on the back of the door but it dropped. Blast, I said. Seeing it THG said there are worse things that could have happened. I of course agreed. The melting of the polar ice caps for example,
The process of bending down to pick it up is still a slow one as I’m still in the “don’t bend more than ninety degrees at the hip” phase of recovery. I get around this by stretching my right leg back and just bend at the left. Tis still a bit slow but hey…
Ordinarily I’d have used the grabber but this was still downstairs from yesterday. Now this is where human ingenuity comes in to play. When I get dressed I’ve been using the grabber to pull up my underpants and kecks. Without the grabber I figured out that I would work both feet through the appropriate holes and then hoick the relevant article of clothing up with my left leg until it was at a height that I could grab it. Simples really. I guess it gets easier as my recovery progresses.
The crowd we had in yesterday are our camping pals and will have seen the various stages of hip replacement from being a near cripple unable to walk to me immediately after the op with crutches and my feet up on the stool in the snug and then yesterday with the walk to and from the shed unaided. The miracle of modern medicine.
Gonna make it brunch this morning instead of breakfast as I am currently still not hungry after yesterday’s between games feasting. Bacon and egg. Don’t got no sausages. Might stick some extra bacon in to compensate. A bit of toast. The fourteen of us decamped from the shed to sit around the kitchen table. Works well. Great atmosphere. Very noisy. They are a good crowd. We have a weekend away somewhere north of the Humber planned this summer.
I am now sat in the snug typing away. THG has gone off to church. She is on meet and greet duty today so went a bit early to catch the briefing. Only joking. The meet and greeters used to hand out the hymn books but all that stopped during lockdown and the words are now projected onto a screen for all to see. Not the same is it? For me a church is not about religion. It is about tradition 🙂
I realise this is not the commonly perceived function of the facility but everyone is different aren’t they. I like looking at the stained glass and the list of hymns up on the board and the list of past vicars dating as far back as 1088 or similar. And the carved memorials to people positioned on the walls. I have a similar stone memorial of some family members to visit in Llanllwni when I visit in April. I’ll stick a pic up when I get there.
Before setting out for her devotions THG put my right sock on. I’ll do the left meself. When I get around to it. When my left foot starts to get cold which won’t be long now. Otherwise all is calm in the house of Tref and THG.