I’m fortunate that I have long past the time when I had that Friday feeling, when you feel thankful that the end of the week has arrived. Particularly today as it’s coming up to another bank holiday, and no Monday morning feeling either.
My day is going to be spent having my hair done by a very nice young lady called Karen who now comes to my flat. So much easier for me, but in another way I’m sad that I’ve had to face up to the fact that it is much easier to have people come to the flat, rather than me getting into the car, with all the problems that causes us sometimes.
Next going off to see my friend Amanda who is brilliant at sorting backs, necks and a myriad of other ailments, and yes the car has got to be started up for that visit.
Yesterday Trudy and I went for our favourite walk to the woods. So peaceful. I always take a stick with me these days. I’m thinking that three points of contact with the ground is one more than I have, and might help me to stay upright. At the point of getting Trudy into the car I hang my stick on the door handle of the car. As usual I did this but forgot to take it off. Driving along I thought the car had developed a nasty rattle, it was only when I got home I realised the cause, but it was still clinging on for dear life.
I’m sat in bed (it’s still early) trying to decide if I should try and get some sleep, read a book, or just relax and contemplate things. Contemplation sounds good.