Thursday.

I had my monthly pill to take today.  An hour before food and stay upright.  So no taking and sneaking back to bed....  I hope it works as I may as well write off the rest of the day.  Ibandronic Acid and the one I take twice a day every day Accrete D3 are to stop my bones crumbling.  Osteopenia.  Precursor to Osteoporosis.  Discovered when my spine was fractured and my vertebrae began to crumble.  I now measure 4 feet 11 inches.  I used to be 5 feet one and 3/4.  Weight is just under 8 stone, so I am verboten by the DP when it is as windy as it was today to get out of the car.

So he took these photos.

Look at all these Oystercatchers sheltering.

I took some from the car.

I felt as if I had been robbed.  No walk.  Sea air through the car window is not the same.

Fingers crossed I manage to get out of the car tomorrow.

Quieter day.

Thank goodness.  Stormy winds forecast for tomorrow.  So we made the most of it today.  Raincoat just in case as it had been raining.  

The DP had been out in the morning on a photographic jaunt.  Following on from the very successful Art trail in the town.  There is to be a crafters trail.  Also something called a Portfolio of the businesses in the town.  The Photographic Society were therefore taking photographs of the shops, restaurants et al.  Some with their owners standing outside.  When they are posted up I will share them with you. It is all about bringing the town and surrounds together.  So the butchers, the bakers, we have lots of independently run shops.  many of the chain stores have upped sticks.  Along with most of the banks.

The afternoon was our walk on the Prom.

Note the waterproof, windproof over trousers.  Putting them on is some task.  I need the oxygen!  

Still murky.  Tide full in and waves splashing over the lower Prom.

 Boats going in and out.  I think the above is a Fisheries Protection one.  Be interesting to see what happens after Brexit.

I had a socially distanced chat with a friend walking her dogs.  I hope they do not carry the virus as they do not know about distancing.  Very few others around.  Fine by me.

My happy place.

A Full On Day.

My favourite carer back from her holidays.  Clean and creamed.  Chat too.

After lunch the cleaning company sent one person.  I usually get two.  Who do an hour.  So we decided to go to the Prom and leave her to it.  With key should she be done and want to depart.

 Strange weather.  It was warm!  No wind but grey.

Small boats.  High tide so no shore birds.

Deserted beach.  There is a blob in the sea which I didn't notice until I was uploading the photos???

Another mystery was the smoke over the land on the right.

The one cleaner had actually done far more than the two.  She had been brave enough to attack my bedroom which was dust free now.  Well impressed.  And all the floors done!

Back home I had a brief visit to the shedudio.  Then back up to the house for my hair dresser to do her stuff.

I also fitted into the day some of the pulmonary physio exercises.  So much for being a write off.

Feeling good.

Must crack on with the Christmas Cards......

Who I Am.

 Telling me not to do something is always dangerous.  Telling me to do something I do not want to do equally so.

Some years ago I attended very serious crafting sessions at the Seamens Mission.  I struggled.  Flower making was not me.  I got told off.....Letting the side down.....

So when some prat of a consultant tells me to start taking anti depressants as they can do no more for me.  Well I will just do something for me instead thank you.

Who needs chemicals when you have this?

I spoke to a woman who has started to walk on the prom with a walker.  Similar to my chariot but without the bling.  I suggested she start with a horn.  Mine is pink.  Her husband looked horrified.

Freezing cold.  This is not me - just a fellow nutter.

This is not an old age thing.

I have always been like it.  I got chucked out of the Brownies as I baptised one of the Pixie group in the font.  She didnt drown.

Me as a bride.

What fun.

The Gull Gang.  I paint pictures of birds when they make me smile.

All together now.

And this years Christmas Card.  

Make you smile?

I do not need anti depressants. 

So there.

Sunday.

Off to the Prom after lunch.  Not much done in the morning..... Waiting for the DP's printer to do its stuff for the card factory.

 Cloudy and cold.  It took me a while but I did the walk.  

Paddle Surfers.  A learner doing well.  More proficient - he did stand up eventually.

Small boat and a big one.

Redshank above.  Oystercatchers below.

As we had our evening meal so did the cat, who also gets breakfast.  Still remains not a people cat.

We had a load of logs delivered yesterday.  Still waiting for a plumber.... I need the boiler servicing.  Have done since September.  Been phoning plumbers since then and not one got back to me.  Patience is not my middle name.

Steps forward.

Bitter cold.  Waterproof and windproof over trousers for golfers - and me.  I walked the prom.

 Still beautiful.

Not many people I only managed one chat.  Young woman with empty pushchair.  We both had a laugh when I said, " You look as if you have lost something."  "A child!" she replied.  Child was with Grandma at the playpark.

Gulls ablutions.

No people or dogs.

Oystercatcher.

Turnstones may look like Oystercatchers but they are smaller.  The Redshank top right is smaller than Oystercatcher and Turnstones are smaller than Redshank.  They also run around fast.

Good to see them and get a photograph!

By the time we got home it was too dark to get down to the Shedudio.  Fortunately I have things up at the house like the guillotine.  The DP has worked on the photo I took and then painted.  So this will be our Christmas card this year.

So I spent a while slicing them up to then stick on the cards already folded by me.  Job for tomorrow. The original painting its title was 'All Together Now.'  It is still one of my favourite paintings.  Will have to get a move on as unbelievably we received our first Christmas card today.  Ok from Cyprus.  But then....

Our lovely wood man supplied us with a big pile of logs late afternoon.  Paid him.  So if we do not get a plumber to service the oil fired boiler, still not got a plumber ... we will be warm.

All in all a positive day.  The anti depressant pill remains in the drawer.  Being written off by the respiratory consultant and not a counselling session from g.p. will not make me head in that direction.  I will carry on.  Helped by my children.  Skyped the oldest this evening.  And the delightful 2 year old grandson who never shuts up.  But I do know what to do with transformers now!

Part of my transformation is to welcome back Weaver of Grass.  A good blogging friend of many.