On dads and droopy girls
my dad phoned at 9am this morning and after enquiring if he had got me out of bed (no dad, I gave up sleeping taht late in my teens…. Aprilia on the other hand is expert at it!) invited me round as we hand’t seen each other for ages. So I dragged her out of bed, rammed breakie into her and threw her in the car - she was being particularly droopy. She continued to droop all voer me all morning whilst me and dad chatted. the second knee op has gone well but he has cellulitis round the joint and is on his 3rd set of ABs for it. he had it last time too but it wasn’t picked up for 6 weeks by which time it needed serious treatment. the Easter card has restored me to a place of honour in the will and has been saved to show off to everyone who didn’t visit over Easter 
who would guess that all it would take would be a bit of rubber staming in gold and silver inks to placate her!
Swimming this afternoon was just me and Aprilia which was nice for a change if not very energetic, she wanted to chill mainly so i couldn’t really tear up and down the pool whilst she drooped over her floaty tyre. Not that I have much energy for things like that just now though, I’m hoping for a bit of sunshine soon to set us both right again.
Anyway, it’s 9pm and I have a mind map to throw randome facts about the role of religion in medicine during the reformation and counter-reformation that just isn’t going to fill itself in so I’d better get on with it really!
