Why? You may ask. Well, recently Reg was telling me that birds start building their nests on Valentine's Day. I'd never heard this before but I was interested to see "Lovely Little Lucy", the great tit that roosts in nest box 1, make a point a couple of days ago of getting her bedroom cleaned up. And blow me down - I noticed on Friday evening after returning from the annual visit to Nottingham City Hospital, that she had a small pile of twigs and feathers that she was shifting around the clean floor. When I played back the day's action, I observed that she had spent more time in her home than she did on feeding. The live streaming is proving very unreliable again, but at this moment I am watching her asleep on one side of the space whilst the nest materials are pushed to the other. Hopefully, you can see her busy again in the morning on my website
My wonderful surgeon, Mr Broodryke, said after looking at the latest x-ray of my pelvis that I did not need not go and see him any more. He added that he was sure my new hips would last me for the rest of my life. He was obviously delighted with the result and empathised what a challenge it had been, because I had bones rubbing against each other. He was also able to explain why I couldn't reach my right foot as easily as the left one - a little piece of bone has grown above the replaced socket which will restrict the movement, and he advises that I don't try and exercise the problem away! He asked me how far I could walk now with my rollator, and I asked why my back ached so much when I walked without the support. He showed me on an old x-ray how the lower part of my spine was also arthritic, and he advised me to continue to carry on using the equipment. At least I can run with it now, and I feel so well that I think it's time I started to venture further afield in the Volvo.