Dooking

A couple of unpleasant tasks done today. Sorting through things never feels good at the best of times, but no use sticking your head in the sand water. That never made anything better and frankly, more often than not, it makes it worse.

I finally got round to sending my dad the photo he'd asked for too. I'm so glad that I found it and that he likes it. It was taken on Ayr beach last summer.

Doesn't feel good though. There is no sense of accomplishment at all... just a sense of crossing yet another hurdle in the journey back to "normality". Whatever that is.

On a lighter note, we went for a brisk walk at Forfar Loch just before the sun went down. (The loch is just a stones through away from the council recycling point and so it was quite handy. In fact we saw four geese from the loch lined up at the adjacent bus stop on the way home. Sadly the camera was sleeping at that point or I would have had a cracking blip!). Anyway, the ducks were dooking, the geese were squabbling and the moorhens were doing impressions of religious icons by running along the top of the water. Needless to say whenever I got too close they all scarpered. So, you get a duck's bum today!