Getting to the surgery for my blood test this morning was a drama and a half, but only because of my knees. If I could have got there without them it would have been so much less painful, but technically rather difficult. What I could do with are a large and sturdy pair of butterfly wings to get around on.
I got back, took some strong painkillers, and collapsed. And dozed most of the afternoon.
Captain Butterfly flittered in and out - mainly out - including the meeting at Steyning tonight. I would love to have gone, but its no use.
Bea has sent me an encouraging account of a neighbour who is just getting over a knee op.
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