Am boiling 53 fl oz of water in a thick bottom vessel, as per instructions, for upma.
[11ish] Better form today, yoga mat, domesticity, errands. Sun's out and I'm off to feed the ducks. [1230ish] Painkillers again. Wish I knew why. Am increasingly tempted to draw dotted line in permanent marker on the bit that aches, and see if it's the same place next time it happens. All I did was feed the ruddy ducks. Found myself hopping backwards throughout, no more confident of not being pecked than when I was smaller than the geese on Totteridge ponds.
Collected seven red rubber bands abandoned by feckless postmen en route. Never sure whether I'm collecting them for myself or for your eldest, KW. I don't think you should dissuade her from writing to the Sorting Office, imploring the local postie to drop more on your doorstep. You never know what you might get back.
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