Boredom is not Allowed

I am now officially bored. I’ve done three weeks of rattling round the house firstly in a wheel chair, then with a Zimmer and now on my two legs one of which is encased in an alien black boot. I have to rest the black booted one periodically as all the activity makes it painful.
I have read 3 books, crocheted a bag, knitted a pair of socks and listened almost continuously to Classic FM and have to say the novelty of being a helpless old biddy has worn off. I want to get out and about again.

Soon however, I hope to take to the street with my crutches. They seem a safe option because the boot with its curved sole seems to have a life of it’s own and somehow manages at times to throw my good leg into disarray.

My blip is of Kelly’s flowers which she brought me last week and which are still as lovely as ever with a scent to match. I do love the perfume of lilies although some people find it overpowering. Not I.