... and if we don't have snow, it won't be for want of trying! The robin in my garden is hunched up and quivering on the bird table, and the wind is howling round the house. Meanwhile, the frost this morning was heavy and slippery, as I found out when I took the dogs for their walk. However, the sun was shining and the sky was that pale, pale blue that appears in winter, so it was all very lovely - though slippery. Luckily, neither dog had an urge to pull on his lead today and I was wearing shoes with good-gripping soles; even so, there were a couple of worrying moments!
I've realised today what was wrong with me over the weekend when I was really very tired. I had so much to do in terms of taking rubbish to the dump, meeting visitors, going shopping and so on that I didn't have time to take a walk. Without that walk, I began to feel quite unwell - tired, irritable and I generally turned into a(n even more) grumpy old woman. Today, I've been for two walks so far, with the prospect of another looming. And I feel so much better. The moral of this, I suppose, is that you have to make time to exercise; without making that time, you soon begin to lose the benefits you've gained and, for someone recovering from cancer, every benefit should be gripped tightly and not allowed to slip away...
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