Nowadays, I have to drink everything lying down flat and, this morning, my Santie beaker sprung a leak so OH was instructed, on his travels to Lerwick, to buy me a new one.
He came back with this. I am not sure if it is a subliminal message from the Gods, or just my OH making a subtle statement. It is fairly descriptive of the way I feel these days.
This afternoon, I fired off an email to the NHS voicing my opinion of the last 5 months. Actually, it made me see the whole miserable affair for what it is. I didn’t want the email to be a rant (I’m good at those) so OH is checking it over and turning it into succinct English.
Happy thoughts, I need a happy thought. Here is one I prepared earlier.
My legs are almost 100% defunct. I struggle with every day tasks. On the dog walk, we climbed to the top of the hill, to admire the view – always breathtaking. Nowadays, I only take all the dogs out for a walk when OH is away from home. The clock ticks with how much “upright time” I have.
The little things continue to fascinate me.
The dogs pottered along with me and had fun. When I am in the hill, I don’t go far in case I can’t get back but we probably stay out for an hour so they can enjoy themselves and I can play with my camera.
The horses share their silage nicely. I do love them so much for this. I really could not be doing with a fight every day, injury from arguments and just general bad feeling. We have none. They are real friends.
So it started to hail.
A picture of Bozz-Bozz-butt fur with hail bits in it. Woof!
These things stop me being an Angry Bird!