Feeling bad about 40 Acts

For those who have just started following, or reading my blog, 40 Acts is a Lenten challenge – 40 Acts of generosity over the 40 days of Lent. Not giving something up, but taking something on. You can read more about it over here.

I really did mean to follow 40 Acts as well as I could this year, but what with the chemotherapy wiping me out for days at a time I really haven’t felt “up for it” this year.


I have also found the challenges a little more challenging – but that could be my state of mind. I remember reading one challenge, Act 12, which read: Hospitality, the real thing, can be a blast: joyful, freeing, and hilarious. But it can also be a sometimes-painful sacrifice: of private space, of our priorities, of our food budget and schedules. Today we’re embracing both sides. The joy of hosting guests, and the pain of some stranger’s socks in the washing machine. Open your hands, open your doors, open your home.

As I had just woken from a long night’s chemo-induced sleep I just thought “Piss off”, turned over and went back to sleep!

But, as I have told a friend who has struggled with 40 Acts this year, it might be that the Act of generosity is to be generous to oneself, and not worry if there has been an #Epic Fail in completing them.

I am doing what I’m able to do – sometimes!

So, I engaged, a little, with today’s Act: ACT 20: Right now, send a quick encouraging text, out of the blue. And I sent a WhatsApp to a dear friend in Milton Keynes, and to my Godson

ACT 19: Yesterday was “Whinge Tin” – Complaint attracts complaint. Put a moaner in a workplace and by the end of the week they’ll have befriended every gossip in the office (and the lunch room will know about it…). So how do we do the opposite, and spread infectiously generous language? Try a simple first step: the swear jar model… I’m not sure about this, but I am certainly trying to show gratitude and thank God for what I have at the end of each day, although I do sometimes fall asleep before I’ve finished!

ACT 18: PERSIST: You’ve been praying. Hard. But you’re tempted to give up. Instead, push in. Rally yourself to pray gutsy prayers. What if today’s the day when your sixth lap of Jericho turns into a seventh, and the walls come down? This one is a personal reminder for me.

Although this is what I posted on the 40 Acts FB page:

As Emma writes: “God helped the Israelites, but not in their time and not as they had expected. ” Oh boy, don’t I know it! I have been aware for a while that I haven’t been trusting God, or feeling as close to him as I should be. And so I prayed that I would be able to find a way to feel closer to God, to learn to trust him more, to rely on him. And look!! I find myself with cancer!! But actually, it has been a good thing because yes, I have learned a little more to trust him, I do feel closer to him. But I can’t help thinking I’d’ve preferred another way of learning!!! Our God is good, but I wonder about his sense of humour sometimes…😏

ACT 17: STICKS & STONES. Ever caught yourself saying something that sounded nothing like you? Then stood shocked as you thought, ‘Did I really say that?’ We get over-familiar with our words, and sometimes miss the impact they have on people. So, we’re doing a review. What words do you find yourself using more than you realise? How can you flip the vocabulary table over to generosity? The GREEN challenge was Write some sincere, kind Post-its to put around the workplace or at home. Or, write one to someone specific, with words and compliments that mean something and show them they matter.  I think my constant Ninja note leaving might fall into this category. While I was at Lyon airport I scattered these around the departure lounge and washroom areas. The campaign continues…

ACT 16: INDIFFERENT DIFFERENCES: Awkward small talk. Just not your kind of person. Today we’re making an effort to challenge our perceptions. Most of us imagine we’re not the sort of people to make snap judgements or assumptions, just that, you know, we’d get round to talking to them tomorrow… or the next day. Well, today’s that day. No, I think you’ll find it isn’t. This just didn’t float my boat in any way. So I’m afraid I ignored it!

ACT 15: IMPACT: Is there a verse or passage that’s transformed you? Got you through a rough patch? A song that gives you a bit of hope every day? Share that with someone. Even at our low points, we always have something to give away. Jesus takes that as a given: in fact, he said he’s already ‘blessed us… with every spiritual blessing in Christ.’

Oh, yes, if you’re a regular reader you’ll already know this, but for my newer readers let me repeat it:

I shared this on FB.

ACT 14: HOME GROWN: It’s far easier than you’d expect to find a great local cause, and so worth it – this day has some amazing opportunities for you to connect in to your community in a way that sticks. Find out how generosity is already breaking out in your neighbourhood and get involved. You’re already where you need to be.

Sorry, 40 ACTS, not now. I can’t commit to anything at the moment…but maybe in the future. I make no promises!

ACT 13: INSIDE: Jesus is the original chain breaker. Freedom’s high on his agenda. So, that changes how we look at those stuck in physical captivity. How can you help those in a local prison? These are people who are often given up on. Can you extend hope to them – those furthest from most people’s kindness list?

Again, this felt like an enormous commitment, which I couldn’t face, but in fact, that day, I had an Amnesty International alert for a petition to release Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe ping into my inbox. When we moved here, I was unable to continue supporting Amnesty: however with online petitions gaining weight, I can be involved again. So I signed this petition, and will be exploring the other Amnesty “Take Action” petitions. Here is a link to the Amnesty International page should you be interested

ACT 12: FLING THE DOORS: I’ve already written about how this one really did seem just “too” beyond me. I couldn’t contemplate how I could possibly face this challenge. It’s one to be put aside for another day.

ACT 11: FAIR TRADE: Generosity doesn’t always feel dramatic and hopeful, particularly when we can’t see the effects, and we aren’t at the centre. But the generosity that shifts the course of history isn’t just spontaneous – it’s strategic, and structural. It’s the first day of Fairtrade Fortnight. Jump in, buy fair, and help bend the arc of history towards justice. There’s always a Fair Trade challenge, reminding me to try to buy FT whenever possible. But not now, thank you.

Yes, you can haz coffee – As long as it’s Fair Trade…

ACT 10: PROMPT: Faith is everything. In fact, if you look in the Bible, the only two things that amaze Jesus are people’s faith – or people’s lack of faith. So today, act in faith. Ask God how you could be generous, and listen for his prompt. But be ready: faith like this might mean a bit of waiting, and a bit of risk-taking.

Choose how you’ll complete today’s act: One option today: Purposefully walk slowly and prayerfully today. Ask God to show you what he sees and ask him to lead you into an act of generosity – ‘Lord, what do you want me to share today? How do you want me to share it, and who with?’

Sorry, I wasn’t walking anywhere today! But, in amidst the sleeping, dozing and zizzing, there were some garbled and jumbled prayers. Who or what for, I have no idea, but I trust God was able to sort the wheat from the chaff!!

ACT 9: STREETS: How much do you notice when you’re out and about? The walk to work, to school, to the shops can become an adventure in generosity. Step out of your ‘bubble’ and pay attention to the people and places you pass. Spot those opportunities to offer a helping hand, be a friendly face or offer a listening ear.

This is a “put on the back burner for later” challenge. I was in bed. Asleep.

ACT 8: I CAN: Don’t think your side hobby/ability is a gift? Take another look. It comes easily to you. There’s not much pressure or effort around it. When you step out with it, things happen faster than you expect. Sound like it might be a gift from God? And if it’s something that God’s put in your hands, then it’s something for you to give away.

This one is something I have been doing – sharing my zentangling. The most recent one went off yesterday to someone, but that’s a surprise, so I won’t mention it now. I sent this one to Floating Gold a few weeks back

and the offer is always there: if you’d like me to do a zentangle for you (almost any subject, not just wildlife!) then just let me know.

ACT 7:BRAND NEW: When was the last time you stepped into something new? Wasn’t it a little terrifying – make you feel inexperienced and maybe a little insecure? Well, we’d bet that right now you know a few new parents. Or someone in a new job, new to church, moving into a new house. Think back to what would have helped you, and offer it to them.

This strikes me as a slightly strange challenge, which may, for many 40 Activists, have been difficult to complete…but it’s certainly worth bearing in mind for the future. We went to our new neighbour’s restaurant on Monday – does that count?!


So, there you are: a catch up on how 40 Acts is/isn’t going with me!! And I will be generous to myself and say that All things considered, I’m not doing too badly!





New neighbours

Hello, Dear Ones! I hope all is well with you.

Yesterday I had a bit of a lazy day and a bit of a rushing about day.

I had two blood tests to have done: one at home, Friend Claire, who is our local nurse, came to do the first. We knew that she was arriving quite early, so I was up at 7.00. Then, almost as soon as she had done that, it was off to Roanne, to the hospital, for the second. I was going to go by myself, but as we’d had lots of snow, and the roads hadn’t been cleared (unusually), and I haven’t driven for over a month, Mr FD decided he would come with me and drive. I’m glad he did. The drive was okay, but he’s better than I in the snow.

We got back just before 11.00, and I got a phone call to say that my “front door” (as we’ve taken to calling the box for the Hickman line that’s going to feed the chemo into my body) won’t be fitted until 21st Feb. This is cutting it fine for having chemo before the Elbow concert (leaving here on 2nd March) – we shall see what appointment they give me for the first chemo session, but if it’s the week of the concert we may ask for it to be deferred.

This was the rushing about part of the day.

We then lazed around for an hour-and-a-half, until our friends arrived and we went next door to the Hotel de Londres

(that’s our house, to the left)

We haven’t been here for many a long year, as the previous owner was a bit of a plonker. (That’s the polite word) I won’t go into details, but suffice it to say none of the English in the surrounding area go there, and lots of the locals eschew the place too. He has sold it now, and yesterday was the opening “under new management”. The new management are a reasonably young couple who had been struggling in a restaurant some kilometres from here, where our friends used to go from time to time. As the couple had moved here, our friends wanted to come and support them, so we joined them. Any excuse to go out for a meal!

Gratifyingly, the restaurant was quite full of people, many locals (including the owner of the restaurant round the corner – sussing out the opposition, I imagine!), and the 13,50€ Menu du Jour was good value.

ENTREE: choice between a huge Salade Niçoise or 2 slices of paté en croute + salad

MAIN: choice between langue du boeuf ( beef tongue – shudders theatrically) or marinaded pork, plus pasta & sauce

CHEESE: fromage blanc, or fromage sec. The cheese course  (fromage sec) was three smallish pieces of cheese, but Mr FD said they were all nice. I had fromage blanc.

PUDDING: choice between pannacotta, tiramisu speculoos, chocolate pot, crème brulée.

The portions were enormous – perhaps they could cut down on the sizes a little – and I was able to take quite a few leftovers from our party for the Poor Cats.

After that meal, you can imagine that we spent the rest of the afternoon quietly dozing on the sofa. I was joined by a couple of cats, and I browsed some magazines Mij had brought me, and slept.

Today has been a bit (bit ) more energetic. A later get-up time, but then I did my 15 minute mile walking indoors. I then entered a few more competitions (all these holidays I’m going to win!!) and read a few blogs. A tad of admin left over from before Christmas…then help Mr FD unload the shopping. Thanks for doing it, Mr FD.

Then, I finally made myself get round to sorting out the top drawer of my filing cabinet – I’d done the bottom two with teaching resources, but the top one, for other paperwork, had just had stuff dumped in it. I needed to find some information, so I knew I had to tackle it…I’d been putting it off for weeks

So, I put 2 hours on my phone, & told myself I’d keep going until the timer went off…actually I finished (mostly) before the timer went off, which was very pleasing. I feel extremely virtuous now. I am going to try not to use my computer (except for inspiration/instruction) during the afternoon, but rather do craft/ reading etc. Says she, happily using her computer!! I will finish this, and then turn it off! Except I have to make a birthday card for my MiL, so it will be on for inspiration!!!

I’d better go and get on with it!

Just like buses…

I like a nice wedding, me – as long as I know people there, of course.

I went to my God-daughter’s wedding three years ago – it was a lovely occasion, but I was a bit nervous of knowing just the bride, her mother & father. I’m not great at meeting people for the first time and making small talk. Happily, there were two very old friends who I’d lost touch with, and we had a great time, catching up, talking and soon. But that had been mly first wedding for donkey’s years.

My niece, Rose, got married two summers ago, but that really was a quiet “do”. The whole family met for a meal the night before, then Rose, and David, my mum, my brother, and David’s parents went to the registry office, and we joined them for a cup of coffee afterwards. And that was it.

That was it for weddings – we’d not expected them really – young people very often don’t get married. My other niece, Ruth, has two children and has been living with Dave for several years, my nephew Kieran has two children and has been with his girlfriend for several years…So Mr FD and I were delighted to be invited to the wedding of my Godson’s brother and his girlfriend.

We are very close to Alison and Kit, my Godson’s parents, and it is always a pleasure to see them when we’re in the UK. The date of the wedding is 7th April, and I’m keeping my fingers very firmly crossed that treatment will be finished, and I’ll be allowed to travel.

Then, last week, I get a text from Ruth “Hey, guess what! We’re getting married! You’re invited! 7th April!”

WHAT?! The same date! When you’ve had all those years to decide to get married, and you choose the same bloody date as the wedding we’re already going to !?! Oh, for goodness’ sake!

We’re going to the wedding we accepted the invitation to first – of course – but we hope to be able to get up to see Ruth & David either before or after their wedding – but it is quite a long way from Abergevenny to Newcastle-on-Tyne!!

Zav, Isa’s wife-to-be, wanted to have 1,000 paper cranes at the wedding venue. There’s a link to one article about the significance; here’s a quotation from another, which says:

Traditionally in Japan, the bride’s father made the cranes and presented them to the bride on her wedding day. Today, the cranes can be made by the bride’s parents as a gift and well wish for the newlyweds. The bride alone or the couple together can also take on the task, learning patience, commitment and communication in the face of a long challenging task. Or, folding the cranes can be divided among many friends and family, and turned into social events and fun times spent together ahead of the wedding

I asked Alison recently how many they’d made “About 65” she said, despâiringly… I’m not sure they’re going to manage the desired 1,000, if I’m honest! So guess what I’ve zentangled as a wedding present!

Yes! A crane! I haven’t decided if it’s finished yet, or if I want to add some colour, or a background. What do you think?

So, for us, weddings seem to be like buses: none for ages then two come along together!! Let’s hope I’m able to go to either (or both!)

Breakfast thoughts.

A few days ago I posted about our plans to try to eat more healthily. It’s been going  – sort of – okay, though the several boxes of chocolates are a constant temptation ( and, NO, Trish, I’m not going to throw them away!)

I thought that I’d just say a bit about the breakfasts. Here is the chart I posted:

Oatmeal Supreme
Oatmeal Supreme
Bircher Meusli
2 toast peanut butter+ apple

Due to a failure on the buying frozen raspberries front, the order changed…but here are my thoughts.

1) OATMEAL SUPREME – definitely good. I did simplify the recipe a bit, by using apple juice, by using the spices only the first time, & by cooking for less time, but I did enjoy it.

Bev said in the comments The oatmeal supreme sounds delicious, but also like waaaay too much effort on any morning that isn’t a weekend/holiday.

She then explained she doesn’t have a microwave, and I can see that would make it slightly more fiddly to prepare. I also don’t think I’d be having this if I was rushing out to work afterwards, as it does produce more washing up than I would like to do. However, being in a lazy convalescent state, it was a good breakfast, and certainly kept me going until a late lunch.


We finally got round to buying frozen raspberries yesterday, so I had this today. I cooked my porridge (in the microwave) for 2 minutes 40 seconds, and then added the raspberries (about 15) and cooked for a further 1 minute. With a small amount of honey added this was also delicious!


Hold on, you bright sparks are saying, that’s not on the list. Well, no, you’re right, but Wendy suggested it, saying:

I ❤️ oatmeal. I buy the instant and heat my water in an electric kettle. A little cinnamon, honey, pinch of salt and some chopped pecans and it tastes like an oatmeal cookie! 

So I tried it – without the cinnamon, but with some dried cranberries thrown in, and a drizzle of honey for sweetness. Very good.


Here’s a recipe from BBC Good Food I was going to use this, but never quite got organised to try it. I’m not totally convinced I would enjoy it, so I’ve been a bit reticent, to be honest.

In the photo, there’s an odd red juice around the oatmeal, and I can’t quite work out where it comes from – there’s nothing red in the recipe. Hmmm.


Not much to say about this one. I like toast, I like peanut butter, I like apples (Ariane or Pink Ladies) However, it didn’t quite keep me going as long as the porridge breakfasts. Note, I don’t add the apple to the PB on toast, I eat them separately. However…

…this photo from the BBC makes me think that PB with banana might be an even better idea!

What about you – what is your favourite breakfast?

Healthy Eating

Good morning, dear ones.

I mentioned a few posts ago about how we were going to start eating more healthily, after the last few (few?! There’s still three-and-a-half boxes of chocolates!) Festive Feasting leftovers were gone. But I then thought, well, why not start now? We can still eat the chocolates, little by little, but we might as well start trying to be healthier.

So with that in mind, I have drawn up a plan. From tomorrow, breakfasts will be:

Oatmeal Supreme
Oatmeal Supreme
Bircher Meusli
2 toast peanut butter+ apple

The “Oatmeal supreme” is this recipe:

  1. Pour into a medium-sized nonstick skillet all ingredients except milk and oatmeal. Simmer over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until the mixture begins to caramelize, about 10 minutes.
  2. Meanwhile, cook oatmeal.
  3. Add caramelized fruit mixture and milk to cooked oatmeal, stirring until combined. Serve hot.

Sounds quite yummy. Let’s hope it is!

Lunches are also changing, so that we aren’t eating so much cheese and processed meat. The plans are:

Roast veggies/feta wrap
Soup + mushrooms on toast
Roast veggies/feta wrap
Salmon & slaw salad
Eggs on toast
Chicken/pesto wrap+soup
Chicken pesto wrap+soup

Some of these things are leftovers from the night before’s dinner (Salmon & slaw salad for example) & other things are from recipes on t’internet.

Finally, our dinners are:

Orange & tomato chicken couscous, green beans
Ultimate Moussaka spinach/orange salad
Salmon with hoisin sauce rice/ slaw
Veggified spaghetti green beans salad with garlic
Cumin rubbed chicken tomato salad
Vegetable lasagne green salad + chickpeas
Pasta & prawns cucumber salad

If you’re interested in any of the recipes, you can probably just google the title to find it, but you can also leave me a comment & I’ll let you know the link/recipe

You can see that I’ve planned sides of vegetables/salad too. The reasons are twofold – to help fill us up, but also to get more vegetables into us. My fruit will mostly be eaten at breakfast – a half/half water-juice combo, plus the fruit with the porridge.

We’ve also agreed to no more biscuit buying – if they’re in the house, we’ll eat them. Each weekend I (or Mr FD) will make a healthy cake/ batch of flapjack. Once they’re gone, they’re gone (and we’ll have to eat the three-and-a-half boxes of chocolates instead!!

I am a tad annoyed as I spent yesterday afternoon completing the plan for Week 3 – but forgot to save it! Bummer! Never mind, it will give me something to do in a bit.

No, you didn’t. They’re off the shopping list too!

And here
we have a table
that I put in the wrong place
and now I can’t delete it.
What it is to be
a Techno-idiot.

So where we are now – and plans for the future.

I had my surgery on 3rd January – as my sister said, I am lucky to be in France. Had I still been in the UK my surgery would probably have been cancelled! The news about the NHS is just so devastating: I wonder how many people have died because of the chaos. Thankfully, here there were no such problems.

I arrived at 8.00 am and by 10.30 I was being wheeled into the operating theatre. All the pre-op tests and scans had shown no sign of the cancer having spread; unfortunately it wasn’t quite as clear cut once Dr Meunier opened me up. The sentinel node showed some “douteux” cells – this word can be translated as doubtful, but I have since understood it to mean “suspicious”. That is, possibly cancerous. So she also removed some of the lymph nodes around the lump – which she has described as “considerably bigger than expected”.

The lymph nodes will be analysed and the ongoing treatment will be decided from that. I will know more when we meet with Dr Meunier on 26th January. It may be radiotherapy and hormone therapy, or it may require chemo too. Well, whatever it is, we will deal with it.

Much as I like Dr Tinycat, I think I trust Dr Meunier more!

I stayed in hospital overnight, and came home on Thursday afternoon. I am totally amazed at how little pain there has been. I’m on paracetemol and ibuprofene, but that’s all. There are no dressings to change now, just anointing the (rather long but very neat) scar with Betadine every day. I’m a little cautious moving around still (it was only three days ago!) but I would think that in a week I should be fine. I have been sleeping a great deal – dozing off at regular intervals during the day, and then sleeping 11 hours at a stretch at night – but I imagine that is the body’s way of healing itself.

People have been so kind – Monique & Michel brought me a cat ornament (Michel helped Mr FD move a comfy-but-heavy armchair up to my study, so I can sit there and be quiet if Mr FD wants to listen to music downstairs.), Flynn, the son of Friend Alison called by with an enormous box of chocolates

Louis and Odette brought me a praline brioche from Pralus

and the Cycle Club sent me a book to read

I am not going to be working now until my treatment is over – that could be the end of February, or it could be later. Thank goodness for the insurance policy. So I will need a “project” to keep me busy – so this book is going to be it. I am going to try to read a chapter a day (or maybe 5 pages…) which, hopefully, will improve my French, as well as keep me busy.

I have read the first line, and I understood it! (Sorry, I’ve just added two horizontal lines which I can’t get rid of now!!)

Arriverons-nous bientot en France? s’inquiéta Delphine

Will we arrive in France soon? asked Delphine worriedly.


But I think I need more. Does anyone have any ideas of what I could do as a “project” that plays to my talents?

Once the scars have healed, I will also try to take some gentle exercise too. Somebody’s blog mentioned chair yoga, and this 17 minute video seems like it might be a good place to start


I’m not a “senior” – although my body feels a bit as though it is at the moment!

Once we’ve worked our way through the chocolates, and praline brioche, we are also going to think more seriously about how we eat too. More fresh vegetables – and possibly organic – will be important in the fight against a recurrance of the cancer. I don’t know if this has just been a one-off unlucky piece of shit happening to me, or whether I am pre-disposed to cancer, but eating more healthily is going to only do us good and maybe help fend off a re-occurence.

Brisk – or not so brisk – walking.

The past week temperatures have soared – getting into the car yesterday, after work, the thermometer read 42°C – which has meant lurking indoors, with shutters & windows closed, drinking lots and perspiring unattractively. I do – none of this “ladies only glow” for me; I’m afraid I need to take a large hanky with me everywhere for mopping up purposes.

Last week there were Shock!Horror!Probe! headlines about how a large number of adults in the UK do less than 10 minutes brisk walking per month, and just 10 minutes brisk walking per day can help reduce risk of early death etc. Mr FD pointed me in the direction of these reports, and said “You could take notice or you could just sit there and die!!!!” Which did seem over-dramatic, but I kind of get his point.

Trans:If your wheel’s broken, you better make your way on foot.

So, last Friday, at 3.00 pm (which was really rather stupid, taking into account the heatwave) I went for a brisk(ish) walk. Now, I will acknowledge that my idea of brisk probably isn’t the medical definition of brisk, but I thought that I might need to build up to that. So 1.6 km actually took 25 minutes or so. And I could have filled a small sea with the sweat that was rolling off me by the end!

Saturday’s walk was more sensibly planned, and carried out at 8.00 am, when it was still vaguely cool – and before my shower! Sunday’s was at about the same time, and all was going quite swimmingly – I almost felt guilty when I contemplated not doing it. The time that these took was not recorded, but on Monday morning (7.15 am) I decided to “Do It Properly” so I down loaded Map My Walk onto my phone, and so I can tell you that I did 1.66 km in 22.15 minutes, which equates to 13.22 minutes per km. This does not equate with the medical definition,of brisk, which reads: A brisk walking pace is 3.0 miles per hour or about 20 minutes per mile, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). In International units, that is about 5 kilometers per hour or 12 minutes per kilometer So, I have to shave quite a bit off my pace, but for the present I shall say that at least it left me out of breath – especially on the uphill bits!

EDITED TO ADD: Actually I think my maths was wrong (no surprise there!) and if my average was 13.22 kph I am managing to walk at a faster pace than the brisk 12 kph we are being advised. However, I am starting to think that the 13.22 may have been a maximum pace, meaning that much of the walk could have been more leisurely! I will need to check that.

All looking good to continue…until I managed to fall on Monday evening. Coming out from a friend’s house I somehow fell down three steps onto the gravel path. I still have no idea what happened – I had had 2 Pimms & a glass of wine, but felt clear headed and not at all tipsy – I just think I thought that there wasn’t a step where there was one, so there wasn’t the solid ground I was expecting when I put my foot down, but I’m not certain.

Luckily I whacked my head on the ground, rather than the sharp metallic edge of the steps, but it left me shaken, bruised and slightly whip-lashed in the neck. My ellbow has a pretty impressive graze too.Today (Wednesday) I feel less stiff, and my kiné guy worked on my neck this morning, but with a large & painful bruise on my left thigh I certainly don’t feel like trying a brisk walk!

All of which has rather scuppered the Getting-Slightly-Fitter plan.

Never mind. I’ll start again at the weekend, and hope that I don’t end up falling over again.

ETA: I didn’t start walking again this weekend – see later post to explain why – but I’m fine after the fall and will start again tomorrow, which is Monday (all being well)