If it was a little warmer, I'd say I was Spring cleaning

My usual working week is so driven by doing certain tasks on particular days, that I'm struggling to remember what day it is now that I'm off work, but it must be Tuesday because it's my cousin Jayne's birthday today.  It's cool but the sun is shining and we have a beautiful blue sky.

On Sunday, I head out for my usual coffee and reading ritual, returned home to phone JR for an update and then Bee arrived after church.  We headed off to the cinema to see 'Still Alice'.  I'm so glad that Julianne Moore won an Oscar for her portrayal, it was brilliant and moving.  All of the cast were exceptional, it was almost like watching a play, very... intimate and heartbreaking.

Bee and I had a quick bite to eat after the film then we headed home.

Monday, I headed out for coffee, home to make chicken and vegetable soup then headed off for physio.  It's just over eight weeks since my last session and my neck and back have been niggling since I had to sit awkwardly though a pointless meeting, ten days ago.  When I say sit, I mean lean against a desk, the desk was pointing at 2, the information was at noon.  After an hour and twenty, my neck was bothering me.

My brilliant physio is, well, just brilliant.  I love the way she explains everything to me, I love learning... collagen, muscles, joints, fascinating.

I'm home five minutes from physio when Bee arrives and we head out in the cold and damp, with a little light rain, to walk around Ness.  I love Ness but I carefully steer us around the quickest route in case of sudden downpour.  I have so many layers on, I look at least 2 stone heavier than I am, my jacket zipper is straining from the gillet that lies beneath.

Bee has recovered from her chest infection and is buoyant and joyous.  We are not entirely on the same wavelength but we manage to make each other laugh and while she is oblivious to some important nuances, she checks to make sure that she hasn't missed the non existent ones.  Which means she cares very much.

It's Tuesday and I'm sore but I jog anyway, for twenty minutes.  Vicki reassured me yesterday that it's still good for me and even though I don't feel like it, I do it, and love it.

I head out for coffee then return home to take down curtains, steam clean window sills and grouting, take down more curtains, wash curtains, put up curtains, and then I shred confidential waste.  I'm sore, my already sore back is rebelling.  Think I've overdone it a tad.

Wednesday I wake with a sore throat and a very twingey back.  I decide not to jog this morning but instead, take my time getting ready then head out for coffee. 

I return home to shred some more, (I have years of confi waste to shred,) cleared one area of one of the, 'in need of help' bedrooms, and rearrange the kitchen.  I could quite happily never return to work again.