In the middle of the night I sat bolt upright in bed and performed the old fashioned head slap when I realized that I had forgotten to include one of the most knee punishing activities of life.......Gardening.............gawd ......how could I? The endless hours of dig, plant, weed, dig, plant, weed. And that activity, once begun in life, never ends till they plant YOU.
The percentage of time spent on my knees during this lifetime just went up to nearly 50%.
And, while sitting bolt upright in bed, I thought that I really should have explained that, in my current enfeebled condition, getting up from being on my knees is no small feat. In fact, were it not for the beloved Yoga Downward Dog position in which you are on hands and knees, then curl your toes under to get a bit of purchase, hoist the fanny straight up in the air to form a human triangle between toes and hands and push off with the hands to rise to a standing position, I would probably have spent the past two years in a permanent kneeling state. For some reason, getting down on hands and knees, while not beautiful, is possible, but getting up therefrom is another story.
If none of this makes any sense to you, it probably means you didn't read my last blog. Shame on you. Go back at once and all will become perfectly clear.
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