Lilies

I’ve written this out already, with another photo, but as I published, it said ‘invalid dimensions’ and wouldn’t upload! The previous photo was taken in 1970 at Anne (Dad’s cousin)and Hardy’s wedding. Hardy sent it to Peter today, neither of us had seen it before. It has both my parents in and I found it strange that my dad  was then the same age as my middle son is today. 

Not the best of days. I met up with four ladies for brunch at a garden centre this morning, but really wasn’t ‘feeling it’. The advantage of being with them is that they understand and no one queried it when I left early. 

My leg was really painful, and I decided to take cocadamol, even though I only had the really strong ones. Within half an hour my leag was so much better. I ironed, dead headed roses, cleared the cupboard in the spare room, filling a large black sack and putting the rest in other places. I watered the pots in the garden. Sounds positive? Well no, because in between the jobs my leg allowed, I napped three times! Those pills made me so tired, and also low in mood. For the first time in a couple of months, I put the film on and had a good cry! I think I’ll have to have the pain when I’m at work!