Just doing the little things nearly kill me. I looked out of my kitchen window to see that the garden was looking particularly nice in the fog cloud that we alone are sitting in.
I had this idea to hop outside on my zimmer frame to photo some of the plants with the water droplets hanging off. Having gone half way, I suddenly realised that this was not quite as easy as I thought it would be. So wobbling on my frame, with camera in one hand, zimmer frame wobbling in the other, trying not to lose my balance in a wet garden with a shoe on one foot and only a sock on the other, I took these photos. It was difficult.
Earlier this morning we had gone out to a car boot fair in the local village hall. It was nice to see folk and have a natter.
We had our car washed by the local voluntary Fire Brigade while we went indoors.
On the way home, I asked OH to stop the car so I could see some Shetland ponies. That little grey pony has always been my favourite and she reminds me so much of Fivla.
As you can see the rest of the world is not enveloped in fog. Just us. Our own little cloud. Here are my horses (apparently). They had come down and no one noticed.
I am cross with myself that life is such an effort. I rely totally on everyone else and it irks. I am not that type of person. I am getting bored of my own company and I am sure you are bored as hell of this blog.