pain is the day of the word

most days, but particularly this day
no flowers for friday
dear Radish has been more obliging than usual.
i really have no idea how i am to lose 2.5 stone to be operable 
if i can barely move.

still, tomorrow is another day (of it). 
i will soldier on.

now, to work out how to do the ironing and the cooking.
arthritis is a ***ch.

listening to:  Hothouse Flowers - they perk me up and remind me of when i got to know the Kindly Mister.