Today started off with me thinking I would learn to knit (here is one I prepared earlier she writes lying through her teeth).

Barbara, my knitting teacher and old friend, and I were talking while laughing at the dogs’ stand-off so much that we ran out of time – don’t worry, my friends on Ravelry, we have rearranged for next Thursday.

In the meantime, BeAnne learned to crochet, ….

Nellie watched…

…and Beeble did his best Mother Teresa impression.

Then, after a good lunch of laughing and soup, I thought “you know what? What the hell”.  I can get little or no sense from the NHS so I made a decision for myself.

It was absolutely wonderful, beyond words.

I had my freedom back – my legs (ok, his legs).

Haakon happily tölted along.  He galloped like the wind up the track getting faster and faster as I urged him on, always listening and instantly slowing down when asked. It was cold, snowing on and off and I didn’t care one bit.  I keep telling them (the NHS) that riding is the only time of the day or night when I don’t hurt.  They don’t believe me but it is true.  I didn’t think “ouch” once, just “wow” all the time.

And then Daisy was mugged.  Oh well.