It's been long and slow. She's been very thankful for ibuprofen and paracetamol, and also for an electric heat-massage back thingie bequeathed to her by Andy Chueng when he left Bordeaux for sunnier climes.
I think she intends coming to church tomorrow, which will be the first time in three weeks - that is she's missed two Sundays. When Pat isn't around I feel like a one-legged man trying to ride a bike.
Today she got in a car for the first time in weeks, perhaps months. She couldn't come to see Gwilym off at the airport, for example. Cars are actually quite difficult with back problems, partly because of getting in and out and the twisting involved, and partly because of the juddering over uneven surfaces that normally you don't even notice.
Tomorrow will involve her going to Bordeaux on the bus.
At least getting on and off is usually no problem.
I hope the shaking and juddering is OK.