Reset.

I dragged myself out of bed and walked down to the lighthouse. 9000 + steps.
This afternoon we expect to collect Grace from the vet clinic and bring her home. Two days ago she suddenly became very weak and
 bloated. Within an hour of our arrival at the vet, she was already under the knife.
Tumour removed and spleen, something inaccessable in her liver and hope for the best.
Thanks to a blood transfusion she was already on her feet yesterday, albeit a bit wobbly.
Grace is 11 and Baldrick, her friend and play mate is 13 years old. 
 Baldrick is off his food. I mixed some good olive with his food  but he didn't go beyond licking it. 
There has been a long run of negative stuff going on of late.
Going out early for a brisk walk gives me the illusion of being able to be slightly in control of events.
Last week I went to the country by train instead of bus because it seemed much faster and less hassle. The second train was late,  I missed a bus connection so I was in no hurry to catch the next one. I turned left as I came out of the station and flollowed a curved road which according to the map was about 250 yards. After a long, perplexing walk I finally arrived at the main road but the bridge over the railway was in the wrong direction. I am and have always been bad at orientation and terrified of getting lost. So here I was, an old woman with shopping trolley, waiting at the bus stop. When it arrived it was one of those very ancient, scruffy ones. full of school kids. The isle wasn't wide enough for my trolley.
I made it to destination, only to discover that there would be a two day transport strike which forced me to catch a bus in the morning while it was still dark. 
I asked to be told when we arrived at the station bus stop. A little, chubby man on the bus offered to help me and went out of his way to accompany me right into  the station. He told me that he worked at a local school.
I hopped onto a fast train going from the Naples area going into Rome. For me it was only one stop so  I stayed in the entrance area on a jump seat reading all the info as it came up on the screen on this ultra modern train. There was even disinfectant hand gel.
I was saddened to see so many people, mainly women who were fast asleep on their long journey to di who knows what souk destroying work.
I have friends, of whom, I admit, I am slightly envious, who are continuously zipping round the world, consuming trips in wild and exiting places while gobbling masses of exotic food and booze.
In honesty I must say that we traveled and lived in many countries when we were young, when traveling was still a big deal, so no complaints.
Now I have my little adventures on public transport, meeting surprisingly nice people and when I reach my destination it is sooooo beautiful.
That was a long one.
P.S. when I looked at google earth, I dicovered that the train station had two exits, each with a curved road on the left leading to the main road and I had come out of the wrong one on the wrong side of the bridge. Ha. Be grateful those of you who have your brain magnet in good order.