Tuesday.

 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?!