...And I don't mean about the Jubilee. Sorry Liz.
Getting out of my chair this morning, I pushed myself up on my own. Then, with Ania (one of my PAs) holding me, purely so I didn't fall, I shifted my weight properly for the first time in years, and took a few fully-formed steps.
They were still supported, but without the hoist - so it felt pretty damn amazing.
My mother's in Turkey. Sorry, Mama!
Life is good. That is all.