There's a light, somewhere

I was going to blip.a dilapidated old mill and a sign warning of crayfish plague in the river, but a dog owner came along, and a lost dog, and I.needed to get on because it was raining buckets and I needed a toilet or tree to pee behind...

So you get this weird abstract. My throat still feels scratchy. I feel as if my good habits and practices have slipped away during my days of feeling poorly.

On the other hand, I walked several miles today, discovered a great community cafe, and met up with some kids who hadn't been to nursery either, because they hadn't been quite themselves. We walked up the street together, Mum and I, each holding a twin's hand, to stop them from tearing off down the steep street, tangling with dog leads and rheumy-eyed old ladies.