The 4th & 5th; I got to hold Thor, the twelve week old raccoon.
The 4th of July. It took me ages to get to sleep last night - I was cold (probably the only person in the country but still) and I had a terrible pain in my abdomen, and was slightly concerned that infection might be back. But I'm okay, no fevers materialised.
I managed to write a blog post (I'm still one behind) and read half the paper before Mommy and I went out to Hallfield Day! I took the new chair out on the grass which was interesting. We had a few minor hiccups with ledges but generally, I did quite well. Fiona, Nick and Phoebe came, and she isn't a baby anymore! She just goes off on her own, no longer small enough for me to sit and squidge. I ate a scone, we watched the fire display, and there was an animal man who did falconry, but also had raccoons, meerkats and a snake! I got to hold Thor, the twelve week old raccoon. After about two and a half hours, the heat was getting to me and my leg was swelling up so we said our goodbyes and came home.
I had some more food, finished the paper and my leg is back up on a stool. Thinking about engaging Igor's services one more time before he leaves.
The 5th of July.
I woke up from a really bizarre dream in which I was watching a really bad musical starring Cilla Black and at the end, she got Blind Date back on our screens.
Sunday Brunch, hair wash, lunch, then I decided to try the gym again. And it went much better today! I managed to get through my entire normal routine, just not with as heavy weights as before. I didn't want to push myself too much and feel sick again.
That's all I've really done today! I got back from the gym at about half five, so I've sat down, watched some athletics and here we are. The chiro tomorrow is going to be painful - I think I've brought the whiplash back. My neck is really stiff.