The last of the chest freezer contents today.

Sorry foxes, but that is probably it for the time being though if it is frosty, I might empty the contents of a case of tinned dog food out of pity.  They will miss me once I am north again. Still, they have a good fat layer for winter.

(PS – One discovery from the freezer was two boxes of bloodworms.. I thought they were a cooking ingredient.  Luckly googled, apparently for goldfish – so that was from many many years ago!)

Meanwhile, I have earache and am feeling sorry for myself so not much to say. We go on, existing…. all of us.

The big chest freezer, or The Land That Time Forgot as I affectionately know it, is nearly empty now.  The family of foxes, however, are fatty-fat-fat and well set up for winter. They have enjoyed my daily appearance with the defrosted food and I often see one or two waiting for me, even tapping their metaphorical watches when I am late!

I see this is as recycling and when I am gone, the foxes will have nothing.

Thank you for all your kind messages of support and love yesterday and actually all the other days. I hugely appreciate it and they are helping me through these difficult days.

I am currently feeling very detached from my life in Shetland. I have been away for what feels like a very long time.  I can’t actually remember when I left to come to England.

Flossie recently sent me these photos and I find it hard to think this was me.

And these are my animals.

Most odd.

Deep down I know that I am missing my life. I just can’t give myself the luxury to think it.

My sister did the driving today – we go every day to Mum’s nursing home which is about 30 minutes away.  I am not feeling all that brilliant after my covid booster so it was nice to have a rest today.

We drive through Berkshire on our scenic route which is looking particularly beautiful this Autumn.

The trees make us think of a beautiful natural cathedral.  It is breathtaking.

Things are not good. We just wait. It’s all we can do now, counting our blessings that Mum is relaxed, peaceful and pain free in a wonderful caring environment.

It has taken me three attempts to get my third and last covid booster injection.

A few days ago, based on the government website, I pitched up at a walk-in centre in Bracknell, only to be told it was not walk-in and I had to get an appointment. So I stood in a long queue and was eventually told my appointment was November 30th!  I said no thanks.  It was too far away.

The second attempt was today. First I phoned 911 and was told there was a walk-in place 20 minutes away from the nursing home, so my sister and I drove over only to be told it was appointments-only and no, they wouldn’t have any spare despite some folk not turning up. FFS!  They sent us on.

And off we drove north, ever north, to Stoke Mandeville (now an hour from home) and huzzah, I got my third booster injection.

What a performance.  The misinformation is massive and it made a tricky day even trickier but I have ticked my covid booster off my to-do list.  Phew.

Anywho, here are some calming black and white photos from my walk today.

Darling Ted was very pleased to see us when we came home rather later than usual.

He had been a very good boy ❤️