Well folks, here I am again. Back laying on a bed in our dining room, just like the end of Summer 2011. Hey ho.
I refuse to sit here and analyse my Summer to find an explanation for why I've had to relocate down here again. To do that would likely leave me feeling foolish or guilty for what, at the time, was me living sensibly within my means.
I know by now that if I want to avoid the worst, or to shorten the length of this payback, I must listen very carefully to what my body is asking of me. I'm not prepared to force or push my poor little legs up those stairs for a start.
I'm not seeing this as a step back. I am scarily calm about what I thought was my greatest fear; having to return to The Dining Room Days
So yes, I'm pretty poorly at the moment but I had a jolly good run (not literally) and managed to avoid this for a good 2 and a bit years!