So, yeah, new year new start. Last Wednesday my daughter says she is taking my grandson Josh swimming and did I want to go. Not really I reply but if I don't all I will do is sit here and fester. Have to admit it was lovely. Two of my cousins were there. "Hey how's it going?" "It hurts" I reply. "You will soon get used to it" they say as they walk to the changing rooms. It did bluddy hurt. Not the swimming, the Fibro. And it hurt for six days. Thursday my daughter asks if I am going again. I tell her no as I can hardly move. She says to think of it as a big warm bath. So, off I go. Cousins are there again. This time they see me walking, or hobbling along. They look at me with pity in their eyes. "Life has been cruel to you hasn't it? They say as I struggle past. You are telling me!!!