I baked the cakes...

And as you can see, some-one has started to eat them. That some-one would be moi. Ably assisted by Margaret, who popped in this morning for coffee. This carrot cake, with cream cheese icing, is so moist and wonderful, and as it has VEGETABLES in, it counts as proper food, and not an indulgence.

It also has crushed pineapple in, and walnuts and coconut, so it is totally healthy. Especially if you ignore the small matter of the icing sugar, which is of course, mixed with cream cheese. See.....the complete healthy meal. Fruit, vegetable, dairy, wheat. Perfect.

So if you happen to live in this village, you had better come and save me from the carrot cake. Cakes. I made 2. Jean arrived in time to chop the walnuts for me. I gave her pecan nuts initially, and then she stopped me from adding ground almonds instead of coconut. I have NO idea where my mind had gone by that stage, so it is just as well she came round! The packets did look vaguely similar. But still.

My days are falling into a routine now. I come down the stairs in the morning, (after doing exercises while I am still in bed, therapy as you bath, and therapy as you dress), and I stop on the last step and do the dipping exercises, and then the step up and down ones, before I go and make the coffee. I do the standing ones, and the balancing one as I wait for the coffee, and then the sitting ones as I check the emails.

I watch some tennis, while doing the balancing ones and the rises. If I am a passenger in a car, I do the sitting ones. It is becoming second nature, and today I managed 13 rises in a row, so it gets better all the time. Anyway, that is how my morning starts. I have no great adventures to report. Not yet. Slow and steady.

And now I think I will go and look at that cake again. Help!!