12 hours on my feet yesterday coupled with a two mile round robin with Mary this morning and my knee gave up the ghost again . True I had just then started to bleach the toilet, which necessitated me to kneel on a hard bit of lino, which was, I am afraid, the straw that broke the camel's knee cap.
But you don't need to know such trivialities.
It's a warm day here in Trelawnyd and apart from walking the dogs, I've already checked on Pat the animal helper's seedlings in her greenhouse ( she's on a cruise) and have photographed another villager's facial skin graft over the garden wall so he has a record of it improving.
I don't mind being asked about health matters as long as I know what I'm talking about
Gay Gordon saw me limping slightly the other day and told me quite bluntly to loose weight.
Everyone has an opinion.
The good news today is that the crow survived!
Do you remember a few weeks ago that I noticed that a crow had broken into an unoccupied cottage up near the Gop and had become trapped? Well , I passed the same cottage today and the owner was on one of his rare visits and was tidying up the garden.
I asked him about the bird and he told me that he had arrived home a week later to find the bird very much alive and well. The thing must have been kept going on toilet water and odds and sods from the kitchen shelves, but it had survived which pleased me greatly.
I'm off to trim the Montana clematis now, Mrs Trellis complained that it had overgrown the small metal arch over our kitchen garden gate and that she'd caught her hair and spectacles in the tangle of growth when she had last visited.
" It could have had my eye out" she trilled.