I have decided that if this horridious disease is going to get me, I have to make sure I get out and about on the good days.
So, after trying to knock myself out on Monday, I returned to work yesterday. And today I dragged my long suffering hubby up to London. My the time we got to Waterloo, I had my stick out and ready. There are far more steps on the underground than I ever remember, but slowly I coped.
We went to the Tower of London and got in a concessionary ticket, my hubby came in free as my carer. The Warder was great, reserved me a seat in the chapel for his talk. Over did it in the White Tower, but was allowed down a closed route to the outside. I cannot fault the staff.
Had lunch in a local restaurant, and went by river boat to Westminster, so much better than the underground (when we return I might think about using them again). Then traveled on the Jubilee line to Waterloo using the lifts between levels (we had to wait for some people who were moving luggage). Came home.
Now eating crumpets watching the Proms, resting. Tomorrow heading for the flower show at Wisley. Resting on Monday and then back on the late buses.
Hopefully I won't pay for it.