But we managed the Prom.
Still frost showing by the dunes.
Cold. No wind and a bit of sun so I walked.
The Gull Gang.
Blackheaded posing.
A big boat.
Always something to see.
Oh and still no letter from the consultant. I despair.
Wednesday, 18 December 2019
Wednesday.
The DP still in pain when he moves from his fall on the ice. Me struggling with breathing we are a pair of crocks!
But we managed the Prom.
Still frost showing by the dunes.
Cold. No wind and a bit of sun so I walked.
The Gull Gang.
Blackheaded posing.
Two small boats heading for the harbour.
A big boat.
And a fly past.
Always something to see.
Oh and still no letter from the consultant. I despair.
But we managed the Prom.
Still frost showing by the dunes.
Cold. No wind and a bit of sun so I walked.
The Gull Gang.
Blackheaded posing.
A big boat.
Always something to see.
Oh and still no letter from the consultant. I despair.
Everything looks fairly calm there for once. Perhaps the Christmas post is delaying the consultants response.
ReplyDeleteIs it my imagination that the gull gang is getting bigger.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I can feel your stress. I meditate (or try to!) when I am wound up about anything - it always has an impact on my asthma. I hope you get the letter today - I imagine the slow speeds of Christmas post are holding it up.
ReplyDeleteThe plane photo is a bit different, looks a bit low.
ReplyDeleteFantastic light there - keeps being dull and gloomy here
I am amazed at how different things look each day from your lovely Prom. Wishing you and DP better health in 2020 and hope your Christmas is Merry & Bright!
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