I, like many others, have looked at empty pages in my diary for over a year now. Recently I have been able to play tennis two or three times a week and found great pleasure in writing it in. Now all has changed with yet another lockdown. The tennis courts are 14km from the house and the limit for going anywhere is 10km. So I was staring at my blank week in the diary when the telephone rang and for once it wasn't a junk call. It was the man who does the inspection of my septic tank. Oh happy days, something is happening this week.
I got the scissors out yesterday and set about cutting 3 inches off the bottom of my hair. This is not easy, but I have done it before so was quite confident that I could do it again. I stared at the result in the mirror and the only word that came to mind was 'wonky'.
Apparently we should all stand on one leg for one minute a day and then 10 seconds on one leg with our eyes shut. This should stop us all falling over as we get older and breaking something. So I stood on one leg for one minute. No problem. Then I closed my eyes and promptly fell over.
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