Well I have thanks to Hawthorn Spellweaver for the advice on hot water bottle onto back. Bliss almost. Also The Weaver of Grass on keeping moving. Advice taken and working.
Today I finally got going in the afternoon and had some retail therapy. Looking for track suit bottoms, Te**o and smartish trousers and top A**a. I then drove to the beach.
There were actually masses of sea birds but I had staggered out of the car, put on my wind proof/wet proof coat been bashed repeatedly by the car door, staggered up to the railings, hung on like grim death, took photos which all turned out to be blurred as I couldnt stand upright let alone hold a camera steady. Managed two photos. Birds facing into the wind. And
this Cormorant. Sitting with its head under its wing having a rest and being dive bombed by Herring Gulls. It eventually decided to go back into the foaming sea.
Returned to car. (Dont know why I bother having hair done.)
Now more advice required.
After years of having cats many cats, we are down to one.
This is Sith.
He is 13. He gets very worried if the normal routine is altered. Today is Thursday. Which is the night the Dawn Patroller goes to the Fraserburgh Photographic Society meeting. As the woodburner is lit and and the tele goes on Sith strolls into the sitting room and sits on the DP's lap. But the DP is not there. This happens every week.
I am trying to watch some of the stack of pre recorded New Tricks progs and I keep getting a claw into my arm, leg, aaargh. I fuss, I stroke. Any suggestions?