Friday.

Another week almost gone.  Friday my carer comes to wash, moisturise and dress me top to toe.  We both comment on the grey hair I now have as missing my hairdresser.  My carer A is 26.  I am 71.  We get on fine.  

She was telling me about a t.v. programme she had watched about the Corona Virus being planned.  I asked, "Herd Immunity?"  " Aye."  "To get rid of all the old folk."

She gave me an old fashioned look.  " It disnae work."  We both laughed fit to burst.


Food boxes.  Still havent had any.  Last night I had a phone call from a Labour Member of the Scottish Parliament's staff,  How was I doing?  I outlined the problem of the food boxes.  This morning I had a phone call from the Council department responsible who has promised to get it sorted.  I vote Labour anyway but every little helps!

Physical and Mental Health.

I did my walk.  Avoided a huddle of small children.  Three families of - hmmm.

No Oystercatchers on the beach nowadays as all are tending to young.  Some as always nest in the graveyards, all that gravel, perfect.  Here is a parent taking a break on the cemetery wall.

I have started another painting.  A group of Gulls.

Patience - more tomorrow.

I could let the whole Corona stuff swamp me and depress me.  Despair.   But what good would that do.  I am better off, ones I love are better off if I refuse.  IT DISNAE WORK.