It was wet, there was housework to be done (well Ginge had to deal with the twelfth night aftermath of choosing a ten foot tall Christmas tree) and I spent much of today in fleecy pyjamas. To be honest, the day took a while to get going because I’m finding that I’m completely knackered in the mornings at the moment. Before Mini-Ginge came along, I was an early bird – I consider morning to be the best part of the day (and am convinced that the day is pretty much over by about two in the afternoon). At the moment, I’m getting up to do a 4/5am feed and feeling quite awake afterwards. I keep thinking about getting up and doing stuff, but choose to get another couple of hours shut-eye before his next breakfast. When I wake up for this feed, I’m much sleepier than I was pre-dawn. It is annoying.
Anyway, whinging over. Today’s Janathon was a family walk up to the Spar to pick up a few bits that we needed for tea (the meal, not cuppa or cream, abradypus). We did try to add a bit more of a loop on, but the wind was bitter and the only one of us not bothered by this was tucked up, asleep and cosy in his pram. It was just over a mile.
Oh, and I did do my physio exercises before the midnight cut-off, but I’m still a set behind because I’ve only just eaten and Sherlock’s on in a bit.
Tomorrow I am venturing to the actual gym. I can only use two pieces of equipment, can’t find my locker padlock and am not sure that I have any kit that looks ok or at least doesn’t run the risk of indecency charges.
Physio exercises (at time of writing 4/5).