Everything is so difficult

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.

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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.

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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.

9 thoughts on “Everything is so difficult

  1. Karen

    Not bored with your blog at all Frances and can empathise with your frustration. About five years ago I had ops on both feet at the same time so was non weight bearing for 2 weeks ( yeah right and i never have been good at sitting still or doing as i am told) and crutches for a further 4. I am not a ‘sit on your bum’ person so it drove me mad, though I have to admit it was all worth it in the end as I am now pain free in one foot and virtually pain free in t’other! Hang in there 😉

  2. Cate

    Bored? Silly woman! Frances, you are an artist. I never tire of your photos and your gently wry take on daily life in the back of beyond, maybe because I live in a similar back of beyond. Those fat damp ponies are a bonus. 🙂

  3. Melissa

    Exquisite photos of misted, drop-laden flowers. (Dare I say that without encouraging you to take further risks??) Age assists me in settling for armchair adventures and your (never boring) blog is one of my favourites in that regard. Your life IS a true adventure.

  4. Bettyann Seablade

    I so enjoy your daily blogs. I was laid up for over two years and had to have help for taking care of my precious Shetlands. I had a protein rich plasma injection in my torn tendon and it is now healed. I still have overall pain from my arches but I can now manage better. I need a little help for manure management but otherwise are enjoying my ponies, driving, and riding my Arabian mare on quiet trail rides. My website is http://www.shadowbrookfarmny.webs.com Keep on moving and enjoying life and Shetlands. Yours are so native and natural. I love their looks. My live outside all year and have sheds for shelter.

  5. Sarah Pape

    Definitely not bored! Like you I have had several long periods of enforced rest and dependency due to a knee injury and later revision surgery. The first was 5 months and required a wheelchair. I learned to have massive respect for people who live their entire lives with disabilities and those who care for them. I also learned to enjoy my own company and to accept all offers of help graciously. One friend cut my toe nails, another took me to the hairdressers. A guy I didn’t know all that well from work but who lived nearby dropped round for a chat once a week (and I discovered he knew more gossip than I ever knew existed!) As I got more mobile the physio suggested that i try swimming. The first few times I went with another friend but the life guards were so helpful that I was able to get dropped off by OH and go in on my crutches on my own while he went to the supermarket (he hates swimming). The life guards would meet me outside the changing room, walk beside me to the pool, hold my crutches and help me into the water, then watch while I swam. As soon as I waved, they would bring my crutches over, help me out and walk back to the changing room beside me. People were so kind.

    So keep writing your blog because you are brightening a lot of lives outside your personal fog cloud!


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