Hubby says not to push my luck trying to do too much too soon as regards exercising my knee. He should know, he has been suffering for years, and knows just how easy it is to overdo things and put yourself back a month.
Lately, I have been trying to walk with just the one stick without putting my hip out due to the lopsided effect, and very short distances with no stick at all.
Progress is slow, but I’m getting there, although the most pain is at night trying to get myself and knee comfy when everything starts to relax as I drop off.
I am therefore feeling extremely pleased with myself today having walked up to town to look around the Street Market, even though I knew I’d never be able to afford anything.
I took both sticks as this was the furthest distance I’ve attempted since all this started.
On a scale of 1 to 5, I was told to let Hubby know as soon as I hit 2, because then we could turn back before I was in serious trouble. We’d already decided to have a coffee on our bench as a breather anyway, so Speedy and his sidekick Hop-a-long set off up the road.
By the time we got to the High Street (which had been closed to traffic to allow for the market stalls to be erected today), I was hovering around 1 and a quarter, so I was glad of the opportunity to sit and people watch.
There were also a lot of dogs out today, and many of the shops had put out bowls of water for our canine friends as it was so hot. Maggie helped herself when she felt thirsty.
We were directly opposite the cake stall again, and her little muffins were selling well at £2 each as last time. Next to her was a fudge stall, £3.50 for a 100g slab, 2 for £6, or 4 for a tenner. Round the corner it was £4 each or 3 for £10.
After our coffee, we walked down one side, popped across to the bank and walked up the other.
The man who was selling nodding ducks a year or so ago for £40 each had turned hs hand to Men in the Moon, little figures of clowns on a spinner attached to a crescent moon for ten pounds each.
The craft stalls were interesting, with pictures made from postage stamps, but on looking closer, they weren’t real postage stamps, just patterned paper.
There was some lovely jewellery and pendant necklaces, and some crochet blankets caught my eye.
For a baby blanket, the tag read £16. For a chair throwover, £25.
Wonder what I could charge for this then?
A double blanket, 8 squares by 9, at two hours a square………….
Sausage rolls were marked as £2 each, being some 2 inches long and an inch wide, pies started at £4 each, a four inch square of fruit ‘farmhouse’ cake was £6, and a small pot of marmalade was £3.50.
I said to Hubby that if we had to pay these prices for food, we’d starve!
We walked back past the town’s grocers, whose goods were looking tired and wilted, so I went into the Express supermarket for some fresh fruit, coming out with 5 large bananas (55p), 4 peaches (49p), some raspberries (£1.75), a carrot (6p) and four chocolate wafer bars for Hubby (£1). Much more civilised and realistic!
By the time we got back to the boat, my pain level was still below 2, though I was feeling tired. Maggie on the other hand is exhausted.
I feel I’ve achieved something, though I’m not ready to run a marathon just yet!