Life here at the Manor is fairly routine.

Basically I just mooch around for the day, tending to Herself’s needs but with visits to the village every second day or so, where I give the dog a good walk followed by a visit to the coffee shop. To give an idea, peak excitement today was a futile search for a handbag. As you may gather, this doesn’t give rise to many ideas for a scribble.

Today however I received a phone call.

It was a woman from the local hospital who was anxious for me to join in some physiotherapy course for victims of heart “events”. Apparently it’s a six week course but I have already missed the first week [why didn’t she phone me last week?]. God knows what it involves but Herself is keen that I attend.

“Are you walking” asked the woman.

This one worried me a bit. Was she asking if I was mobile enough not to need a wheelchair or did she expect me to walk to the hospital [a distance of many miles]? I hesitantly said I was able to walk if that was what she was worried about.

“No” said she. “Are you following the walking regime as you were instructed?”

This one was another puzzle. I was supposed to walk for five minutes a day for the first week, upping it to ten minutes the second week and so on. Seeing as I do a fair bit of walking around the house I excused myself the first week but on the second week I started walking the dog around the village area. This involves quite a bit of uphill and downhill and was about twenty minutes to do the circuit so I considered myself ahead of the game. I didn’t want to go through all the explanations so I just told her that I had the dog knackered. She laughed. That was obviously the right answer but I didn’t tell her that a walk of about ten feet knackers the dog.

So I start on Monday.

I haven’t a clue what to expect.

It might give me something to scribble about though.