I needed a photo that said “there is light at the end of the tunnel, let’s get moving its nearly Christmas and there is sausage, mash and gravy for tea”. One of Nancy Nightingale’s funky dunky dahlias fitted the description perfectly.
It has been a good day. There were a few firsts after my disastrous stuntwoman interview a couple of weeks ago. It was my first full day without the stormtrooper boot. It was my first day with two shoes on and my first visit to the physiotherapist. All went well. Very well.
I don’t want to disco dance before I can walk but things are definitely on an upward trajectory.
Even better, when we got home from the hospital Father Christmas had visited. OH didn’t mind shimmying up the scaffolding to retrieving the parcel. I’m not that much better yet!