My back going into spasm
last Monday has rather limited our movements over the last few days. Each day has been a round of lying down with
an ice pack followed by a brief walk and repeat.
It hasn’t bothered Buddy
that he has been unable to go on long walks as he has also been poorly for some
of the time too and didn’t eat for two days.
In fact, when Karen took him for walks on her own to give him the chance
of going further, he wasn’t bothered about going too far.
Karen’s view of our mooring as she walked to the car early on Thursday morning before the tourists arrived |
Things took a turn for the
better on Saturday as we found some old strong painkillers so I took a
couple. Our doctor son, Matthew, did say
that two of them would make him pass out and I must admit I was out of it for
the day. It did mean though that my body
relaxed so the spasm subsided somewhat.
Buddy trying to steal a
branch on one of our mini walks
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We went to get water on
Sunday which entailed a cruise of about 100 yards but it did mean Karen had to
turn the boat round first which can be a bit tricky with so many rowing and
trip boats on this part of the river.
Our new mooring at the
other end of the RSC theatre
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Bugle growing next to the
boat
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On Sunday evening Judith
and Nigel popped in to see us on their way back from a weekend in
Yorkshire. It was nice to have a catch
up and the weather was kind enough to sit outside (or stand for those with bad
backs). Nigel had hurt his back too so
he was having to take it easy as well.
As we are still in Stratford,
Karen left the car at a friend’s house over the weekend to avoid the car
parking charges. During the week it’s OK
as most places are free between 6.00pm and 8.00am. Anyway, on Monday morning I had a call from
her at 6 o’clock saying she couldn’t find the car. She had had to walk down the river, over a
footbridge and then into a maze of houses in Stratford Old Town to our friend’s
house but had somehow got lost. To make
matters worse it was raining but she retraced her steps and found it in the
end.
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