On The Cards Today

Cooking, general pottering and oiling of knees.

Cooking will be done in a saintly manner with me wearing the pinny of purity.

General pottering will be undertaken slowly and with great style on account of age, knees and theatrical leanings.

Now the Important if Gross one.
Oiling of knees.

These knees are mine and are giving me a lot of grief John. Blown up to Barbaric Melon size due to Arthritic flare-up. Pondering whether or not to limp to Docs for Steroidal Injections but being... 1. a fool 2. lazy and 3. Heroic... I will soldier on.

Let me tell you about Arthritis My Lord Byron. It's a pain.
Legs with bulbous knees clad in stockings look really stupid, like balls of various sizes stuffed in a condom. Hateful. BALLOONS they are.

Arthritis also makes one feel low, almost depressed in fact. Black dogs coming with the territory apparently.
It also makes one realize that one isn't Superwoman or Cat Woman or sometimes, when it's really awful, makes one think one isn't any kind of woman at all. Just a curvy small female piece with imbalances.

But oil is on the cards Nof, so after doing this wonderful post I'll order Mr H. to walk to the chemist to get me drugs and hot pads.

In the meantime Sweetie K. I'll climb into the shower and watch as the suds of Sainsburys cheap soap rivulate over my balloons. (Picture to follow....Yeah you WISH!)