Home alone

Still in bed. Still being good. But I’ve not been sleeping too well at night, and being home alone today, I thought I’d to catch up a little. The beagle however, had other ideas, first flinging itself repeatedly at the back window in an effort to get out, and then (once outside) flinging itself the other way in order to get back in.

The stairs between us are exhausting right now, and so rather than continue with this ridiculous hokey-cokey act, I have now ended up leaving the back window open. Security be damned. The beagle must step up and lick any potential intruder to a slobbery end.

Tomorrow, my first physio session (I hope). Still concentrating on removing the swelling and bruising from my left leg rather than strengthening what muscle is left, but one has to start somewhere.

This enforced rest isn’t as good for the wallet either. Aside from the ridiculous medical bills, I’m finding plenty of time to watch Youtube videos of talented photographers and then wandering through online stores – ones selling photographic equipment –  the purchase of which makes me think I might be as good as them.

I have hidden my credit card.