July was the month for the operation and my little sista turning 40. The latter came first. She had a night of camping in Gloucestershire planned and I was staying with the boys whilst she was away. Usually when I stay, I love to take them out somewhere but this weekend was soooooo damn hot and I had little energy even for the walkies. I took Nephew No 3 to his first footie practice and that was it.
We did play Monopoly for a few hours, but even doing that I was devoid of energy, so I used that energy to laugh. And laugh we did. We laugh at my stupid financial decisions buying properties that won't generate much income, when we land on a property but the person whose turn it is isn't paying attention and no-one says anything until the next player is on and then we point out they could've made some money there, just sheer sillyness and love and joy and tears of laughter.
13th July we went out for a meal for sista's birthday. I couldn't eat all my food. My appetite had changed for the better in that I didn't want to gorge my food.
The walking was the focus of my day. It's all I could really, that and get up, prepare food, wash up, wash myself which didn't happen every day, and try to sleep. My sleep was pretty bad. I'd go to bed tired, but as soon as my head hit the pillow my eyes pinged open. I went through a whole week of not being able to sleep until 4.30 in the morning when the sun was start to come up. It was also like if see day light I'm safe.
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