Silence...

... around the place today,which is good and bad at the same time. I can't bear loud or high-pitched sounds at the moment, although I don't mind #2 son's guitar here, especially now that he's taken to playing classical pieces on it. Today it lies waiting on his bed, needing a little tuning I think (at least it sounded that way when I strummed it) but otherwise ready to go - a lot like me just now, all strings in place but waiting to learn how to play them properly again. I know after just a month it's a bit soon to worry, but learning is what I live for, and if I can't do that any more it will need a lot of rethinking.

On the positive side, I have just got through my first day and night completely alone (all the family had to go away on various commitments), and although it was scary at first I have done it. This wouldn't have been a problem before the stroke, but now everything is a new challenge to be faced. I only came a bit unstuck when rushing to answer the door in #2 daughter's cast-off old PJs (faded sheep and cows motif). I was expecting a photography book and was afraid the postman would do his usual ring the bell and run thing. I'm quite a dab hand now at going down the stairs on foot (not bum) while hanging onto the bannisters, but in the rush forgot my crutch which I need to get back up again. At least I got my book.

Africa is bright orange today