Sunday lunch

 

It’s been a busy time, I am in the fortunate situation of having more things to do than I have time for. I have more get togethers with ladies within my walking capabilities who live on their own. I am walking into the village too, to try and build up my strength. One of the exercises my excellent Physiotherapist wants me to do, is try and lift each foot up in turn while standing still. I can do it, five times is my limit. It’s quite amazing how far I have progressed. There is pain and uncomfortable feelings in my leg, but it’s got to be worth it. On the down side, my letter from the fracture clinic which detailed my recent visit, talked of removing the cage “during 2024”, but as one neighbour said to me, that could mean February! Which it could. I return there is a couple of weeks for another check on progress.

I had a busy day cooking yesterday, we had a tasty Beef Bourguignon, my lodger really likes these kinds of meals. There was loads left over for the freezer. 

Later on I made a Sticky Toffee pudding with sauce, for lunch, where we are going over the road for a Sunday roast with neighbours, who host the Ukrainian family. I also made a carrot cake, the icing needs to be put on later on.

We have been watching some TV together, more GBBO, Xfiles and Sherlock, my lodger had seen the latter on TV back in Ukraine. We do end up chatting with Google Translate about all sorts of different things. Finally I have been doing a jigsaw, but with all my other things going on, it’s taking longer.

One thing I really enjoy, is going to both of the two local cafes in the village. I meet people on the way, and I usually end up chatting to the owners of these establishments and their customers when I get there. There are days, when the rain stops me going out, but it usually stops  eventually, so I can venture outside. 


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