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