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, ….
…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.