Three for One

My limp to the chiropodist this morning was early enough to see the wolf moon still hanging low above the trees and the rising sun striking the Marchmont chimneys.

The limp was still there on the return journey , but the nasty little corn was gone at some pain and a little blood, but I didn’t look. Apparently I have probably got some metatarsal inflammation a bit like plantar fasciitis but in the toe area not the heel. I can see a bag of frozen peas coming into its own again!

Our depleted book group met this afternoon when we remembered our friend who died a fortnight ago and how we missed her input to the group. We will meet again at her funeral on Friday. It is all so sad when someone dies suddenly before their time.