A strange day.

Started off quite normally, in that I got up and had my breakfast.  But then it slowly began to dawn on me that I was not breathless.  I cannot remember when I did not feel breathless.  Very strange.

I got washed, dressed, just waiting for the lungs to close up - and they didn't.

I did my Pulmonary physio exercises and yes, one or two exercises were a bit higher on the Borg scale (google it.)  But really I was fine.

After lunch I went - yes of course - to the Prom.

Lots more people and dogs.  Why do people throw their dogs ball at the birds......

Then I see this.  Just on the point of phoning 999 and getting the coastguard out.  He stood up.

My friend the paddle surfer.  Who I have seen doing yoga on his board.  This time presumably he was meditating.

The remaining Gulls.

Including this family group of Blackheaded Gulls.  And a Herring Gull (Skurry).

Then it was back home to do the final tweaking for tomorrow's Open Shedudio.

The DP made a Banana cake, cleaned the patio furniture, vacced the floor, moved some furniture around. He also trimmed the vegetation so people could pass without being snagged on brambles..... I did some cleaning, and tweaking, and sorting.  (And I am still breathing!)

Wherever there is wall space there is a painting!

All done.

Bring it on.  Please let my breathing be this good tomorrow.  When I have to talk a lot!