Garbage is out and the sun is shining. Off to a good start.

We had the neighbours in to dinner last night, which forced me to vacuum the sitting room and wash the dining room floor, and Himself to clean the ground floor loo. Sure enough, when i went in there to pee before bed, the sink was lovely and shining, a fine contrast with the squeeze bottle of Vim standing proudly beside the soapdish.

Sigh.

Housework is truly the macho bullshit of women.

Stilly, if you're thrashing around that much, are you sure you're taking enough dope at night? I remember that phase of recovery, and it was a bitch -- do too much and you writhe in pain today, do too little and you writhe in pain the day after tomorrow. I learned to sleep on my side with the affected leg resting on a pillow between my knees, without rolling over, but that was 30 years ago; I doubt I could do that now.