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I am a bit of a bionic woman these days. Arthritis, unfortunately, runs in the family and I have had both of my hips replaced. I can manage to walk the golf course but anything more vigorous, like dancing, I find very difficult. I deem myself to be have been relatively lucky: my mother has had three replacements and my sister four. It makes it an interesting experience going through security at airports. I tend to walk through and automatically spread my arms for a body search. I was caught out once, when the machine had been turned down because of the volume of passengers. I spread my arms as usual and nothing happened. I felt a bit of an idiot, but it makes a mockery of security when it doesn’t alert the staff to so much hidden metal. After all, I could have been a bomber!!
Mum’s love of gardening has been passed onto all three of her children, and (like her) I have, over the years, supplied vegetables and fruit for the family, and the deep freeze is kept well filled with produce for use in the winter months. However, the garden isn’t all down to fruit and veg and we do have a colourful floral display most times of the year. I particularly love it during Spring, when the early bulbs are in full bloom and the other plants are bursting into leaf. Hubby now works under instruction (at his own request) ever since he hoed up my newly emerging parsley seedlings. He’s more a destroyer than a creator and is in his element cutting things down -- just as well the garden is big enough to keep him busy. He hates having nothing to do.