The clocks have sprung forward....

I have just taken a look at the number of posts waiting to be read. Arghhhhh!!!!! I will get round to all of you, I promise. Your lives have all gallopped ahead without me here to check on you every day and I am finding it a trifle difficult to get back into the rhythm of things. It will take a little time. But I will be popping up in your comments, never fear.

It has been the most beautiful of days here and a couple of friends have been round to see how I am, and it is a challenge to come up with the words to explain just what is going on. I know people really want me to say I am fixed, but it was never going to be that simple. And I am reminded of the words they tried to drum into us - we are not CRPS people. I am Linds, who happens to have a wonky leg, and who is trying to fix it. I am much more than the wonky leg, so let's move on, shall we. Today I do not want to talk about hospitals and legs and sympathetic nevous systems. Maybe tomorrow. I will think about it.

So......

The sun is shining. How many of you took part in the Earth Hour? Here in this little village, we all switched off all lights from 8.30 - 9.30pm, and used candles instead. It was rather special. I know that major monuments around the world switched off their illuminations, and I think my children did too wherever they were. Did any of you?? It is just interesting to know!

With the trees chopped down behind my house, it has become something of a wind tunnel, and my garden seat with an arch over it has been blown over a number of times while I have been away, and yesterday it finally bit the dust. It blew over again, and this time, the wood smashed into a zillion pieces. It also nearly took out 3 rose bushes. I have done some repairs, and hope they survive. Roll on the time when my neighbours put up the fence and my garden becomes private and enclosed again.

The sun is showing up an alarming amount of dust, but I am trying to ignore it. Pacing, you know. I am pacing myself. Hmmm. And I have watched the end of the Grand Prix and also the Boat Race today so I do believe I am following instructions. Our clocks went leapt forward this morning, so we are now on British Summer Time at last, and not a moment too soon. However, the snow continues to fall in Switzerland as I speak, and winter retains its icy grip. My sister is sick to death of all the white stuff.

Diane are you there???? Guess what??? I cooked a Sunday dinner!! A real one. You may pick yourself up from the floor at this point. I am happy to announce that I cooked a roast chicken, and loads of vegetables today. It was divine. My great friends, Glynis and Peter left all the bits in my fridge for me, so I just popped it in the oven and Voila! A Sunday dinner. I have been sadly lacking in this department for weeks - I tend to just do something simple like scrambled eggs or grab a yoghurt or some toast, so this is a noteworthy moment.

This year is whizzing by, and David will be home in a couple of weeks for the Easter Break and then his exams will be here and the first year will be over. He turns 20 this week, and I have no idea where the years have gone. And it is only 5 weeks or so till my daughter arrives, and then it will be the middle of the year. The Princess is 6 weeks old too this week. Groan. I want to slow everything down just a little so I can catch my breath.

And now I need to go and do my exercises. Again. Do you know that writing on the computer is a "High Energy Activity"????? Hmmm. I didn't know that. But apparently the mental focus and energy out put is classed in the high energy range, but hey, I said no hospital talk. Pace. I am pacing myself. Exercise ball here I come.........