Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Oh for the wings of a butterfly

Getting to the surgery for my blood test this morning was a drama and a half, but only because of my knees.  If I could have got there without them it would have been so much less painful, but technically rather difficult.   What I could do with are a large and sturdy pair of butterfly wings to get around on.

I got back, took some strong painkillers, and collapsed.  And dozed most of the afternoon.

Captain Butterfly flittered in and out - mainly out - including the meeting at Steyning tonight.  I would love to have gone, but its no use.

Bea has sent me an encouraging account of a neighbour who is just getting over a knee op.

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