Very strong winds, add in lashings of rain. Autumn in Scotland.
I cancelled my breast screening.
"Perhaps when you feel better you can re-book."
I didnt know whether to laugh or cry! Climbing near perpendicular stairs with end stage COPD does not make you feel better - ever! I would have had to sit for about 20 minutes to control my breathing, which would not have assisted their appointment schedule.
I mastered the art of the shoe horn and got my boots on!
Very rough sea.
Top left hand corner - you can just make out the Surfer's head.
It was such a maelstrom out there he had little chance of catching a surfing wave.
I was clinging on to the railing above this one. It wasnt too cold but I did worry the chariot would be blown away even with both the brakes on!
The Oystercatchers flocked in and milled about chasing and retreating with the tide.
Back to the Shedudio. The DP had printed off A4 photographic paper with my images. So I had to guillotine them.
Then glue them on to the cards.
Give them all an envelope. Done. Well thats 8 done! Long way to go.
So gloomy outside.
The daylight bulb lamp helped.
I was cosy, tho the rain lashed down.
And at last, drum roll,
I got my compression stockings. There are two so you can wash one and wear one. No instructions, so good job I googled it. To be put on as I first get up, not sure what happens when the carer wants to wash me legs some time later, presumably she does it quick before the leg starts to swell!