My friend Janet had some bad news this week, her best friend has died of cancer, so to cheer her up we decided to take a break away to Cornwall. We both love Cornwall, but the five and half hour drive down to here is becoming increasingly difficult as my back deteriorates. So this morning I can barely move, and with the high humidity after yesterday’s deluge, all my other joints are complaining loudly.
I’ve always been of the opinion, that any disability has to be challenged vigorously, but I am beginning to wonder if long journeys by road are really worth the effort. I might have to bit the bullet and give in. I might have to let someone else drive and maybe lie flat on the back seat.
Or I can man up, bite the bullet and just get on with it…