Today I admitted I could no longer wash all of me. I bit the bullet.
I was told I should get a medal. As admittance deserved that. Aye. I had the great and the good at the Doctors surgery saying this. My ankle is improving. And I received a lot of advice. So tomorrow morning I make appointments with Citizens Advice Bureau for info on possible funding and a local Personal Care company who will provide it. Apparently our poor underfunded NHS has a 6 month waiting list to provide me with the personal care..... Thank you Mrs May. Not.
After that the DP and I went to the Dunes Golf Centre cafe (no I don't play golf, although I have) for lunch. I then went for my promenade on the promenade.
What a change in the weather. It was cool, breezy and a spitty rain. But I walked.
Apart from the Gull gang.
Weather forecast for tomorrow and the days after is good.
Did a wee bit of painting. And a bit of salting too. This gives the texture for what the Shag is standing on.
Looking forward, which I must do to hang on to, the final quote for double glazing the shedudio is in and acceptable.
Also considering the future, which I must do, is to reduce the amount of stuff I do for others as I can no longer provide to the levels I would want to.
Biting the Bullet.