Since Hubby and I have been together (almost 29 years now), I have stopped biting my nails. The result is 10 rather uneven crescents that tend to split if I’m feeling a little under the weather or
missing doughnuts something is missing in my diet.
This morning, I woke up in agony with my hands, which had clawed up during the night and remained so. It was an effort to hold anything, so it was a case of soaking them in hot water to relax the joints and then applying the Movelat cream which is aspirin based and ideal for my arthritis.
Hubby took this pic of our hands a little while ago when he was working on something for his own blog, but he couldn’t use it. This was actually on a good day.
I’ve had to take my rings off and
got out of Hubby has been preparing the veg for our stew today as I can’t hold a knife, let alone cut anything up.
However, the good news is the knee is fine despite the damp weather, so we were able to walk into town along the beach today to get said veg from the market.
What a difference to the limp, sorry looking selections in the supermarkets which are selling carrots that bounce and potatoes so small and green, Kermit would think they were his offspring.
Rather than onions, Hubby opted for a leek today.
Lincolnshire leeks are the best, none of your stick insect offerings, these are a good one and half inches in diameter, and when cut, are crisp and clean inside.
I still remember that day when the farmer was harvesting his leek crop and I cheekily asked for a couple for our stew. He gave me an armful and even though I gave some back, I still had plenty to make soup and I froze the rest.