Folding Beds

On Monday L goes to water yoga or something like then. She then has physio who bans her from running for a month. Apparently, she has fluid running from her injured knee to her calf or something like that. Which sounds horrific. At cycling they introduce an ‘easier’ warm up that to me seems much harder. Afterwards I visit my Dad and have a beer with him. 

L must have liked the water yoga, or it may have been aqua aerobics, as she’s there again on Tuesday. I’m at the match later as Derby manage a heroic 0-0 draw with Burnley who are top of the league and on a 28 match unbeaten run. My Dad watches from home with my brother. 

L is at book club in Wollaton on Wednesday and in the evening goes for a walk with her friend instead of the non-water-based yoga they’ve both given up. However Daughter, who still has one yoga session that she’s paid for, goes on her own and impressively runs there. 

I have a more exciting evening than all of them as I am called over by my Dad to rescue him because he’s pushed the wrong button on his bed and has folded himself up in it. After that we have dog training and a decent session with the weaves. 

My lunchtimes are usually spent in front of the quiz show Impossible but now that L has seen it, she’s hooked on it too so I often have to save it to the evening. There are very few quizzes I like and this is really good. It’s just a shame it finished in 2021 and these are all repeats. 

L is in Derby on Thursday and back in the gym on Friday. She was supposed to go for a swim as well but cancelled it as apparently the gym was way too much fun. Not a concept I’m familiar with. 

My exciting Friday includes a meeting with the DWP with my Dad. They say they are likely to cut his pension credit but he’ll now be getting attendance allowance and a carers allowance instead. Not that any of these complicated schemes mean much to me. 

On Saturday we run the Longhorn 10km at Thoresby Park. It’s a long running event but now it is run by Wild Deer Events. I run with the Lad and we come a fairly decent 12th out of 36 dogs. Daughter also runs but L has obviously been banned by her physio. 

Afterwards L heads over to Mickleover for some lawn cutting while I take my Dad to the New Inn for lunch again only to find he’s already had lunch. He says the carers have force fed him, which seems unlikely to me. He has a bag of crisps while I have a meal. Yet again we miss his teatime carer who is due at 4pm but comes at 3pm even though he told her he was going out. It’s a good job he’s eaten. 

L and I then have a night in Plough where they have the imperial stout on. 

Sunday is the Colwick swim for L and Daughter while the Lad and I have a pleasant walk followed by breakfast at Wired on Wheels. 

(Sunday 13^th April)