The exception that broke the rule.

That is me folks.  I think I always suspected it!  We went to the Prom today.  Parked up and were joined by a Police van.  Then a policeman who asked why we were there.  "To breathe."  I replied.  The DP explained where we lived and that me, the chariot on narrow country lanes on a slope and cars doing 60 mph were not conducive to my health, or survival, to exercise.  The chariot was explained and that it contained my oxygen tank.  The policeman was very pleasant. Handed over this

He had done his job and I thanked him.

I then walked with the chariot to the railings and began the deep breathing.  So then there is a Policewoman at my elbow.  I pointed out she was standing way too near to me and she stepped back.  I explained again why I was there.  She said, "You are the exception to the rule."  And returned to her Police Car.  I was just about to set off walking when a third police car arrived.  This time my car registration number was checked and they left.  Presumably I am now on police records as the exception to the rule.  Had he approached me he might have heard me muttering the word 'harrassment.....'

The Redshank and I had our walk.

Said hello to the Gull Gang.

Then came home.  The Highland Cows continue to calve.  Here is the latest.

My daily drawing board.

My temporary work space in the dining room.

The mysterious letter.  Well it should arrive tomorrow.  If not you have to contact your G.P. or Consultant.  Apparently in England you can self refer.  Not in Scotland.  Look at comments on yesterdays post from Lynne tells you the web site for England.

Good luck everyone.  We need it in these trying times.  But our police people are wonderful.