Definitely a conspiracy.
I do my exercise. I swim. I carry out the physio exercises in the pool . I eschew the use of a walking stick where possible, I use the walker for extended walks, keeping my back straight and waddling as little as I can manage. I rest, I get a good nights sleep. I’m feeling so good, I’m definitely up to taking the boat out alone. And the weather turns again to shyte.
A man can’t get a break.
As soon as the weather improves, there is a spot not far out in the channel from the boat ramp, which I’m told is good fishing on a rising tide in the early morning. I’m going to rig the nav lights on the boat so I can go out in the dark. That will be my task in the coming weeks while I can’t swim. Once the incisions are healed it will be all go. In all directions.
On the plus side – there’s always a plus side – the reconfiguring of the caravan awning that Dave helped me with is standing up to the strong gusts of wind far better than before, and keeping the outside space much drier. My home also no longer looks a hovel. More like a shantytown shack. I’m considering spending half my remaining life savings on a permanent annex building with a shower and toilet. This, however, will need some seriously careful consideration.