Today started well, with me treating myself to a podiatrist so my poor feet could become presentable for the summer.

Before I knew it she had made me come to my senses about the pain I feel when walking and I was seeing a chiropractor for urgent treatment, having my feet scanned for expensive orthotic inserts for my shoes, buying a knee brace and searching online for some ankle braces I need to wear for 3 months.

By the time I got home and sat down to bead with tape on my sore fingers, a brace on my sore knee, and one on my injured shoulder, and my body brain and body worn out from it all I was feeling decidedly sorry for myself and ready to sleep for a year.

A trip to the pub and a bit of colour wasn't even enough to bring me out of my fug. Roll on tomorrow.

I gues I better make the most of wearing my new 1940s style shoes whilst I can.