Back in the autumn we ordered a new pair of gates for our drive. They eventually arrived early in the new year and have sat in the carport ever since. The reason for their extended sojourn is that they need two coats of UV resistant oil before they are exposed to the weather.
Now 30% is not the most patient of people and has been dropping stronger and stronger hints that the gates really need to be oiled, so that she can make arrangements for them to be installed. I have delayed this job as long as possible, using cold, damp weather as my main excuse. However, the weather is forecast to be glorious this week, so it looks like I'll be wielding a paintbrush in the very near future.
Consequently my day panned out like this.
Hobson, Traitorous Bastard and I took a walk out as far as Pete's house this morning. It was a pleasant walk, but my stenosis symptoms are ever present. There are regular twinges in my lower back, hip and shin. It's not painful, uncomfortable is probably the most appropriate adjective, but it's not pleasant to have to endure it. I suppose I should consult my GP, but the cynic realist in me has very low expectations of the NHS providing any relief.
In the afternoon I headed out to the carport and spent a few hours tidying up. I now have no excuse and plan to make a start on the gates tomorrow.
So that was my day. There was one weird moment of delight relief, that probably only makes sense to another dog lover. On this morning's walk I was delighted to see that Hobson produced a normal poo for the first time in several days. We have been so worried about him and and are so happy that he is now recovering.
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