Thursday 22nd November
Today it is five whole weeks since my operation and as I explain to one of my adult piano pupils, I am plotting my escape (from the house) The plan is, I walk to the end of the Lane, catch the bus to town and walk round the shops - very simple. I nearly come unstuck rushing to the bus, and then have to wait 10 minutes before its arrival. I am close to giving up when I step on the bus and reach the point of no return (that's a single, please) So far so good, off bus, across the road, inspect the building site in the market place soon to be an ice rink. Decide against taking any photos as there isn't even any ice yet!
By the time I reach the shopping centre, I am on the point of congratulating myself at my achievement, when I realise that everything is beginning to hurt and I need to sit down. Dotted around are lots of seats all beautifully upholstered into silly shapes - but none are free. I end up choosing to park on the thin end of a leaf shape next to quite a wide lady who lets out a disgruntled sigh as I squeeze on next to her. This has a trampoline effect - as I sit down everyone else gets up and we two are left balancing on the leaf shape expecting the other to move over... She wins - I leave after five minutes.
Graham phones soon after and escorts me from the shopping centre empty handed. (I really have had enough) Except we now visit the doctor's (for another sicknote) who suggests that I should be capable of gentle exercise - swimming - gentle? Then we round off the day doing food shopping.
Friday I am so uncomfortable, I have to spend most of the day in bed...
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