My arthritic joints were playing up this week - so much so that I had to resort to Tramadol (if you don't know this drug and the side effects, be very happy).
The rain also meant I didn't get out much and the icing on the cake was when I woke up at 5am yesterday morning with stomach cramps and associated activity.
Sensibly, I went to bed early last night and apart from a text from Adrian and Franco saying they had won third prize in Bromley in Bloom competition (many congratulations), I slept for 81/2 hours - something of a record for me.
Just realised I have to work on my sentence construction. The last one was too long, complex and conveluted.
Thankfully I'm feeling much better today, so off to sample the delights of Woolwich, but may hit the west end later to buy something for my Christmas tree - with money I got for my birthday. After all, its only 74 days till Christmas.
Here's a photo of Averil and me in party mode two Christmases ago!!