Walked the dog very, very slowly around the park. Took lots of painkillers. My sister came and took me out for a day in Stratford & St Mary’s, which, due to my limp, I really didn’t get to appreciate.
Part of my whole plan with this blog was to offer some travel comments about the places I visit in Canada, but yesterday my only real thoughts were: ‘thank God my sister found a parking spot right in front of the little shops,’ and: ‘why is this grocery store laid out such that I have to walk so far for 3 items’, and: ‘yes, The Flour Mill in St Mary’s looks cute, but I want to go home and put my foot up.’ Not exactly the material of Samuel Pepys or Bill Bryson.