I had a head full of cotton wool today. Got some practice done then went for a lovely walk along the canal with a friend. We agreed on an intentionally flat route to minimise stress to my knee which has been playing up since yesterday.

We always have a good chat but I can’t form sentences with my mouth if the words won’t even come together in my head first. It’s frustrating and I feel so stupid. I guess that’s the menopause for ya. Good friends don’t judge and, luckily for me, she’s already been through it all.

On Monday I baked a cake for next Christmas. It’s going to hibernate in silver foil in an airtight container in the cupboard for 12 months to get to maturation stage. I’ll feed it occasionally if I remember. I couldn’t face baking it last Christmas. I know I’m on the mend ❤️‍🩹