Sunday is meant to be the dayh of rest - too right. Still confined to bed with my back that still is giving me cronic pain, walking impossible, can't go anywhere resigned to laying with a loptop that keeps slipping off my lap. We should be relaxing in the village farmhouse but that now seems like a distant dream as it may be another 4-5 days before I can drive again - That's Christmas over with then! Not good fortune at all. New Year? Will the old man be dancing?
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