Being truly obsessional I've had to organise my space this morning, so I can feel in control, well as much as anyone can be with a leg in plaster!
And doing things that we take for granted becomes a huge task, and do I feel good with what I've achieved so far.
So sliding out of bed and into a disreputable pair of joggers and yesterday's jumper I got downstairs on my bottom. I'm so not brave enough to try going up and down stairs on my crutches. I went to open the back door for Trix, only to find that Alex had already left it open when he went to bed.
Frankly if anyone tried getting into this house without our welcoming them I wouldn't give much for their chances with Miss Trix.
So I fed the dog, put the kettle on, and suddenly I'm amazingly thankful that my kitchen is reasonably small, as I can hold on to the work surfaces and hop places to do what passed for my chores. Fulling my two cup flask up with water, it was to the sofa for the first time today to drink out of the cup left there.
From which I made a collection of small plans to satisfy me, like getting a canvas bag to put on my crutch to move things, to get the waste paper basket near me, to get the correct saucer to go with my cup!!!! Yes I know I'm nuts, but it pleases me!
So all this normally minute amount of sorting and tidying took several minutes, but I was happy. So another sit before getting myself and my crutches back up the stairs, not elegant but it works and then start the preparation for getting up.
Now I know I can wash my hair sitting on the side of the bath, and tomorrow I'll do it naked!!!. Made my bed and guess what it was to my normal exacting standards even though now I've sat on it a few times and the duvet is not as crease free as I would like, but it was for five minutes and that worked for me.
It is possible to stand on one foot, leaning against my bed end and dry my hair, it is possible to be dressed in co-ordinating clothes, pale pink jumper, white lacy chemise, white with pink flowers skirt, one pink sock and one trainer!!! But I did make the decision that I didn't need to bother with make up today, as if it matters one iota anyway.
So now I'm back on the sofa with my head in some sort of order cause I feel organised, and it's time to go back to the kitchen and make my breakfast.
There is no time to be bored here, each task takes so long that time simply flies past.
The photographs are of my walk last Wednesday, which was the first of the season, and the last for a bit. So I'll have to watch as my arms become like shot putters and my one leg develops calves like a superhero, that the rest of me doesn't turn into a tub of lard getting no exercise.
