Hi peeps,
when I got back yesterday I spent an hour in the library and then went and read my book and had some supper.
Then I tucked down to sleep, my pet mosquito came and buzzed by my ear, that is becoming part of the routine, I always try to swat him.
I slept quiet and peaceful through the night though I felt sad and anxious.
I woke up and was thankful that I stood with little difficulty and was able to walk.
I am still walking with the stick, my leg isn't ok but I can walk, I think the ligaments took a wrench.
The other leg is angry where I grazed it, it is infected a bit.

I went to the coffee shop, didn't get breakfast, just sat with a cuppa, and then to the supermarket to get some knickers. Then I had a wash.
I went up to the church and some people were there because they have a working party there today. But I can't help because my leg is bad.
The lady told me I should come and have tea and cake at 11am, so I will.

Here I am, I have not had breakfast so my anti-histamine tablet is threatening to make me vomit. But at least I washed myself and changed my teeshirt.

God this is all so hard and painful.