Maybe this will be the way to go; two posts every other day. Or maybe not.
We had the card one has every year, we didn’t know whom it was from. There was an affectionate message, three xs and it seemed to be signed Susie and Ian. Ian was a bit of a squiggle, but the Susies I know aren’t married to Ians, nor are the Sues or Susans. Back in the 50s, lots of girls were called Susan. I had a few clues, the envelope had been hand-delivered and the tricksy little drawing and message gave a religious air. I had a vague feeling I’d brought it home from church. Where I hadn’t met Susie. Or Ian.
It took a long time for the Sage, finally, to think of someone called Ian (apart from the Ian who’s married to Caroline). He said the surname – I replied “Ah. Could it be Angie, do you think?” It was. Still looked like Susie, really.
Yesterday and today, I’ve felt my age and more so. The walk on Saturday, it was neither very cold nor windy, but my ears feel as if I’ve been out in a gale or to a party or gig with loud music. They feel muffled. Or rather, sound is muffled. It had almost worn off by yesterday evening, but was back again this morning. And, on Saturday night, some of the reason I didn’t sleep was that my hips were sore. Yes, both of them, but differently. My replaced hip, I could feel both places where my bone was cut off – pain is too strong a word, it’s a slightly achy sore feeling. The other hip, it’s exactly where the arthritis started in the first one. There’s a spot, if you press, you can feel it if it’s there to feel. I’m not having to press.
I’m not going to take it as a big deal. The terrain was wet and, in some places, muddy, and I was glad of the support of a walking pole, but I probably held myself stiffly. I’m going to see the surgeon again and have another x-ray in the next couple of months, I’ll mention it. The worst that happens, I’ll have another new hip in five to ten years. But it may be that I just don’t do a lot of walking and, although it was only 3 miles (5 kilometres if you’re that way inclined), it was more than usual, in wellies and on wet ground.
Simon, he of the 2.Sox, and a pal of his and I did the Times crossword by text today. It was most jolly, and I doubt any of the three of us would have completed it alone. The Christmas/New Year holidays are over from now, it’s been restful and enjoyable. I almost got bored at one or two points, having had enough of a break. But not quite.