Thursday January 10
I think Mum has been so fed up with me being fed up that she finally let me go to hydrotherapy.
Auntie Emily thinks that my leg can't be that bad if I'm (sort of) bearing weight on it. Just to be on the safe side, I only did three one-minute sessions on the treadmill but at least it got me out of the house.
And it also meant that Emily made a fuss of me and I could eat shedloads of gravy bones. It's cheered me up no end.
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