Well. Today is going to be hot. It is expected to reach 28 degrees, which is lovely. The sun is shining, the doors are open and the birds are tweeting outside. The roses are huge and beautiful, and as you open my front door, the scent of the massed petunias is gorgeous.
More Wimbledon later today, and after last night's epic fight back by Andy Murray, the nation is euphoric. The fact that he meets Raphael Nadal tomorrow is beside the point. I do love watching tennis. Even if I do have a tendency to fall asleep during crucial sets. It's that sofa, you know. Nothing to do with the quality of tennis at all.
I am off to see the doctor in a short while to see what is happening with the knee. I have been wearing jeans most of the week. This is so that I do not obsess about the state of it. I can't see it, therefore all is well. I am very good at being an ostrich. However, I did look closely at it last night. Not good. I think it could be more swollen than last week. And after a week of lying on the couch 90% of the time with icepacks and pillows, I am not impressed.
I keep thinking of the things I love to do, like walking in the mountains, and so I have concentrated on trying to let it heal. I need to walk in the mountains this summer. The thought of going to Switzerland and having to sit and look at the mountains is not great. I want to be up there in the forests.
David has been a star. He is watering my garden for me too, and so it is not expiring. He went off to his Leaver's Ball last Friday and had a wonderful time. I looked at him in his new suit and thought, what has happened to that tiny 6lb baby who was born 19 years ago? When did he grow up?
So, after seeing what the doctor has to say, I will be returning to the couch. I am still waiting for the Amazon parcel to be delivered. It has been dispatched. I just have this sneaking suspicion that it might be coming via Outer Mongolia. Sigh.
I will be back with an update.
I am back from the doctor. More of the same. As in couch and icepack. Physio starting on Thursday. No way I will be back at work yet, given the state of the knee. Appointment with orthopaedic consultant when available. Heaven knows when. The physio means going privately, as the waiting list for the NHS one is over 4 months! But we have a great physio, who is a sports specialist therefore knees are familiar territory. Even though I am , by no stretch of the imagination, a notable sports person. He will fix me.