What Do You See?

This tree is in Foxes Rosehill Gardens, Paddy and I quite often walk past it, or try to, often Paddy will sit and look at it for a while. I ask myself “what does he see?” His early months were a bit traumatic for him and in his very early months his line of vision would have been restricted to what he could see beneath a caravan.
So everything is fresh and new and strange and wonderful and exciting.

Morning coffee and the now customary tot of rum with friends Richard and Jackie who have just entered their thirtieth month of shielding. It’s always good to see them, they supply the coffee, (and company that keeps me sane), I supply the cakes, we alternate with the rum.

The afternoon was spent trying to organise the Poppy Appeal Collection rota for the local supermarket foyer. Over sixteen days there are five slots a day to cover - eighty slots - sounds a lot and it is when there is only a few doing it. Hoping numbers will pick up in the coming days.