We had a lovely lunch at the local 'Bakehouse' - the first decent meal we've had all week as we haven't felt much like cooking. After doing some shopping and ordering our Christmas meat from the local butcher I was ready to give in and go home as the pain in my knee was as bad as ever. It seems that whatever I do to rest it as soon as I start walking up and down the hills here [nothing is on a level] off it goes again.
Hopefully I will manage to do some of the dreaded h****w**k tomorrow and try and catch up on some more Christmas cards. It would have been such a special day if my mum had still been alive, as we would have been celebrating her 95th birthday , unbelievable [ I still miss her so much].
