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fossyant

Ride It Like You Stole It!
Location
South Manchester
Fairly mild this morning - pleasant commute until getting attacked by a dog and some blood drawn. Front tyre looses pressure over a week, so I think that's down to the added puncture strip wearing a hole in the tube - I removed the rear one about 6 months ago due to it rubbing the tube and causing micro punctures.
 
Grey, still and mild here chez Casa Reynard.

I overslept massively today. Ooops. I think it's my body catching up on all the sleep I didn't have when it was so very hot. Anyways, I have done a large load of laundry this morning, backed up certain files on the laptop and done some writing.

This afternoon there is some erranding to do, but I shall do it by bicycle and go and check out some walnut trees in a hedgerow while I'm at it in order to see what the crop is like and how it's progressing.

Anyways, it is time for luncheon.
 

PeteXXX

Cake or ice cream? The choice is endless ...
Location
Hamtun
How long from op to this?

Today is Day 14. It's been longer as her glued incision opened up at one end, possibly because a dissolvable internal stitch had a loose end and poked it from the inside and then came through the mended bit again. She's not been in pain through it, though, which is good.

She's now got to remember that snoozing on the settee is not a 15 hour per day occupation 😂
 
Lovely luncheon of two slices of wholemeal toast, one with ham, the other with sliced avocado, plus a nectarine, a banana, the obligatory two :cuppa: and the last small piece of cheddar from the pack just nibbled on the side along with a dab of tomato chutney.

Laundry all hung up to dry, potatoes prepared for this evening and now just bum parking for a bit before changing into some cycle-friendly clothing and heading off to do a spot of erranding.
 
watching the Queen's pallbearers last night going up those stairs reminded me of what my family goes through at our church

*HUGS*

My mind kept being drawn back yesterday to the handful of photos and the video footage in my archive of Paul Warwick's funeral. I wanted to go back then as everyone was welcome, but the parentals wouldn't let me. (I was 16 back then)

Oddly enough, it was the lone piper that had me reaching for the tissues.
 
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