The builders arrived with lots of breeze blocks stacked up on the front garden now.
My carer managed to park on the drive and although I was struggling with my breathing she managed to get me washed, moisturised and dressed.
The cleaners were due at 1.30 but yet again were asking to have an earlier/ different time. We have had enough of them no problem with their cleaning but...and so I asked them not to come again. It is to me that once a time is fixed it remains as otherwise I have to rearrange other things. And I can do without that pressure. Plus it was every week wanting to change.
The Prom. An interesting session with some other people I have met/know who are of a similar age and the conversation was who had had the jab! I was told I was not old enough. But yes I was vulnerable. What was interesting that the ones who had had the jab had all been telephoned by their surgery with dates and times to choose from. Not a letter- a phone call.
It was lovely to speak to these people all socially distanced of course. Laughter too. Although I did get totally out of breath with talking !
Cold but little wind, no rain, I walked as well as talked.
Blackheaded Gulls on the rocks.
The beach. The Sea. The Sky.
A swimmer. In a wet suit.
Videos of Tiger Hill surfers and sledgers.
I just want my jab. Dont we all?!