Gusty

Yes, gusty is the weather word for today. But the day hinted at very little breeze early, in fact, I woke up to blue skies and sunshine. Silence prevailed and a chill had sprayed the grass with a glisten.
After a very good night, I booked a swim and we headed out to Didcot. To the north, all was not so brightly blue, but a mysterious grey bank veiled the landscape. As I drove up Halfpenny Lane, battling a large volume of cars, I realised it was fog. But it did not involve me for long. But the cars were a pain, and there were a lot of them.

I swam the boringness that was my swim and returned home to deal with a few chores and see H.

We set off for Cholsey Meadows late morning and I was struck by how much colder it had become and how gusty and cold the wind was. Strong too. But it was mostly sunny.
Other dogs explored the ponds and H paddled.

Upon our return, Burt managed to annoy me again as I was removing the door camera to recharge it. He offered to help! Again! As if! He barely knows what the internet is let alone be able to deal with technological items.
You have to poke a small tool into a small hole underneath the camera to remove it. He would not only have to understand the fundamentals of the task, but be able to keep hold of the small tool (like a paper clip) and locate it into this tiny hole and push. He has Parkinsons! And shakes. And I really did not want him breathing down my neck.

It’s been one of those days that has brought nothing much of cheer. But an email from Andrew suggested a visit in a couple of weeks improved my mood. A phone call from Pen, perhaps, who is feeling better after being laid low by some nasty lurgy.

I prepared a load of veg to bake in the oven, leeks, onion, carrots, a pepper, garlic, which I ate for supper on a bed of sprouts. Exciting!
Now my insides are suffering.

Tomorrow is a busy day, as is Wednesday. All a bit of a rush.
More of Trigger Point and then it was time for bed.

Thought for the Day