My favourite room in our house is the loft room. Just pips the kitchen where we look out onto Jay’s lovely semi-wild glade/garden and the Lafuma recliner (get one!!). We built it in 2010 and it has its own little ensuite. It’s a haven away from everyone else and … does anyone else believe in feng shui?… well somehow it has good feng shui.. you feel cosy and safe in it. We use it for guests but at the moment it is my gym/physical therapy room. Lovely Linda, Pilates instructor, visited yesterday to help me put together a programme that will, above all, develop my Kim Kardashian butt. This is not a frivolous pursuit actually. My glutes are extremely weak and good glutes are a core feature of a….strong core…. and that makes everything else work properly, apparently. I now have a selection of eqpt (see pics) to help me, including some footballs… well, foot balls – foot massage balls, cos the plantar fascia (ligament(?) running along the bottom of the foot and supporting the arches) has become weak from lack of use.
So keen is my foot, that even while watching telly, it is either up in the air at almost 90 degrees, leaning against the back of the sofa (and therefore above the heart as required when resting) with ankle twirling (this reduces swelling and thereby improves range of movement) or….. it’s on the floor rolling around one of the… foot balls.
After a visit to the BM yesterday afternoon for a lecture… I headed (by taxi) for the World Cup football fiesta in Trafalgar Square. It was lovely and warm, almost tropical I’d say and Jay will confirm from damp hug that crutching in this made me work up a sweat. Lots of the famous Brazilian yellow and blue shirts everywhere and persons of all hues playing subuteo on the tables provided (see pics), accompanied by plenty of Samba. I get home and Jay has done his usual in times of tournament… he has erected a flag…… of the Soloman Islands….??? Foot ball fever has gone to my foot, and maybe Jay’s head…..
jx
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