But hobbling I am, and bent over I am. It took me around ten minutes this morning to go from lying in bed to sitting up, and then to get my legs to take me in some weird half-standing/half-crouching crab-like walk into the bathroom to attend to those oh- so-necessary morning ablutions. I rue the day all those years ago when, being younger and without such cares in the world, I washed my hair over the bath, much as I had done since I was but a slip of a thing but clearly, on that occasion, with misplaced enthusiasm. To find that I couldn’t stand up straight again for hours afterwards came as a surprise, albeit - I suppose - merely one of those early warnings that youth was being left behind as I climbed towards the summit of that hill that would all too quickly reveal its somewhat slippery descent on t’other side. Suddenly, something I had done for years was not possible any more without discomfort, and has now most definitely progressed to an absolute no-no.
Whatever I did to cause this episode has well and truly scuppered my plans to film 'Watcher of the Skies' for the next edition of On the Track whilst tap dancing and juggling three coconuts at the same time. Hmmm, I think we are back to long noses and well-told fairy tales again.However, I am chuffed to note that I am providing Jon with some small entertainment as I shuffle around, followed by Pru the hop-a-long dog. We must look a right pair.
