Not Sunday lunch (Part 2)

Oh, dear, I don’t know what I was going to write in Part 2. I think I was going to make it clear that I am in no way a technological genius, just in case I had given that impression, although I suspect the bit about me not being able to fix grandma’s camera gave that away. Hmm.

Today I went on my longest walk so far (since the operation). I met a friend at the station and we walked into town for lunch, which isn’t too far - about ten minutes or so once we’d arrived at where we were going to have lunch. We had lunch and chatted, then we wandered to the bookshop and looked round, each of us asking the other, ‘have you read it?’ about various books and usually the answer was, ‘no’. For some reason the fact that neither of us seemed to have read anything, despite both being keen readers and a librarian and English teacher to boot, amused me heartily. The shop assistants must have thought I was slightly odd. My friend wondered what I was laughing at, but fortunately found it funny(ish) when I explained. 

We then ambled away in search of somewhere to have a cold drink and sit outside. There aren’t very many places where you can do both of these things in the town centre, but we found a coffee place and ordered cold, fruit-based drinks and sat outside. Then we got too hot, so we went inside! Once drinking and more chatting were done, my friend decided it was time to catch her train home.

So, we walked up the hill to the train station (another ten or so minutes). I said goodbye to her and walked home.  It takes about half an hour to walk from the station to my parents’ house at a relatively slow speed, and it was very hot, as well as being uphill most of the way. My longest walk previous to this had been about twenty minutes. Actually, today’s walk probably took me more than half an hour, because I kept stopping for rests along the way. I thought this was the sensible thing to do. I arrived back at my parents’ house in one piece and feeling quite happy that I’d managed the walk.

Since I got back I have been continuing to work through a puzzle book one of my colleagues brought me to stop my brain going funny (or at least not any funnier than it was before). It’s full of word puzzles, Suduko and other Japanese number games, memory tests and other fiendish things. I’ve managed to complete some of the puzzles, but I think I’ve got stuck on more than I’ve finished. Never mind, at least it’s making my brain work harder than it otherwise would be. Obviously the exercises aren’t doing me all that much good, though, because I still can’t remember what else I was going to write about yesterday’s Sunday lunch! Sorry about that.