I eventually got around to seeing the doctor about my knee yesterday - not that I learnt anything I didn’t already know. I’ve damaged the ligament and need to wear a support. I twisted it over six weeks ago now walking up the garden. Yes, I know – really boring. Just think of all the things I could have been doing and I only manage to hurt it letting the ducks out. So the doctor showed me some exercises to do, suggested painkillers for the pain and basically told me to come back if there was no change after a month.

I only went to see him to start with to shut Himself up. He thought that we should stop the walks until it got better. You see this is typical of the man, for years he nagged, moaned and coaxed me to get out of the house, now he’s changed his mind and wants me to stay in it.

We’ve reached a compromise. I’ll wear the support all day, instead of just for the walks and this weekend we’ll visit one of the National Trust Properties instead. Other than that, the walks are still on - in fairness to Himself, my knee does balloon up after one of our rambles, so maybe I do need to slow down a bit. I’ve suggested two miles instead of the normal four.

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It’s Himself’s Birthday today and we’re going out for a meal. The miserable old sod didn’t want to celebrate it at first; according to him he’s too old for birthdays now. He’s going to be well chuffed when he finds out he’s got a Birthday cake with candle on.

We’ve the ideal excuse for going out for a meal together and he’s not jumping up and down with joy. I suggested that it was because he was now past his sell by date, but he proved me wrong on that score and went to work with a grin on his face.

So we’re off out for a romantic meal tonight with a walk home through the woods – it could turn out to be a really good evening, although with my luck I’ll probably end up with my foot down a rabbit hole and hurt my other knee.

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Eldest rang last night to tell me they had arrived safely in Pefkos, that it was very hot, the apartments were great and the people very welcoming. They’ve been there less than 24 hours and have already fallen in love with the place. Apparently they are already planning another visit next year. They’re off out today to explore the castle that they can see from their apartment and then planning on spending the rest of the day by the pool.

And I’m now seriously thinking I need to sort a holiday out for us as well. Youngest is going away with next door to Minorca, so it’s just the two of us. I suppose the last time we had a week away together must have been our Honeymoon to sunny Wales twenty two years ago. And as I managed to come down with the flu, the only time in my life that I was so ill I could hardly get out of bed, it rememberable for all the wrong reason.