Powering ahead

I have started my power walks – and jolly difficult it is too, in temperatures of 30°C. My last walk today was at 9.45 p.m. for 15 minutes, just before it got dark, but at least it was cooler. I was tired today, having gone to bed late yesterday. Not a good idea.

Yesterday, itself was a full day – a trip to London, to discuss participating in a ‘Meet the Author’ session at the Jewish Book Week next year. Followed by a walk around the Jewish Museum, near Camden Town.

By the time we got home, I felt disinclined to go out again to the reading circle meeting. We were to discuss White Ghost Girls, a first novel by Alice Greenway. My own feeling was that this was an insubstantial book, with too much emphasis on atmosphere, as I think I’ve said earlier. On Tuesday, I was at Guildford Writers, where I read out an extract of an amended version of a previous passage, describing my hero’s visit to a casino. I believe I am more than half way through the current novel, Innocent Bystanders.

On Wednesday, I went to the physio, and was instructed in what I should and should not do, in the short and longer term. No more turning mattresses, apparently. Look for able bodied men and get them to do it. No lifting of the vacuum cleaner, but I can use it. And I can carry half a dozen copies of Tainted Tree without causing any damage. I drove to the hospital; it’s good to be at that level of independence again.