Come on Konta

So here I am waiting for the Konta match to start.

 P is at the maze ("Do you want to come with me?" "Nope").

 J is still at uni. I miss J. 

I am feeling tired and my fingers are aching.

Part of the reason for the relapse with my fingers was massively overdoing things when clearing out Mavis's house.

Almost a year ago Mavis was walking down the garden path to take her rubbish out (which she didn't need to do because the bin men would come up her garden path for her). She fell against her fence and broke the upper bone in her arm. She was in hospital for several weeks. She needed surgery but it would have been a long operation and they felt her heart wasn't up to it so sadly she is in the position that her arm will never fully heal and she will have to wear a brace on it for the rest of her life. She was discharged to an old people's home where most of the other residents had dementia. They had a policy of allowing the residents to eat as much as they liked because most of them hadn't got very good appetites. As a result of this Mavis, who was already very large, put on a huge amount of weight. This put a strain on her knees, decreasing her mobility further. She is now in a wheelchair and because of her size it is very difficult to take her out. She has now moved to a nicer home but she had to permanently give up her house and we and some others from her church had to clear it out although we did actually get a house clearing firm to do the bulk of it.

So one minute Mavis was walking down her path and then she was never able to go back into her house again. So sad for her.

We put Cyril her cat in a cattery for a while but eventually it came to the point she had to let him go. Thankfully the cattery owner's brother had fallen in love with him and took him in.

Visiting Mavis and sometimes having to battle to get her the care she deserves (and sometimes not actually succeeding in getting it for her) has taken up quite a lot of our time and energy really.

Anyway on with watching Konta...