Nera has family visiting her at the moment. Her sister with her husband and baby, and another brother arrived late last night and are driving to Hobart this morning to see the sights of the big city. Marilyn and I were woken at about 8 o'clock with Jamie dropping off Archie on the way.
I am pondering on the details of that situation: for years I have prided myself on being up and about by 7 o'clock every morning. You could set your clock by my regularity. But that proud reputation has fallen in a heap and I have shown myself to be as weak as the next man. This morning I was still in bed at 8 o'clock! Disgraceful! I'm blaming the physiotherapist at the exercise class who worked us too hard in yesterday's class. Is she expecting too much of her elderly clients?
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