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I was very tired today. In fact, at times, it was almost impossible to keep my eyes open, especially during Reading Hour. It was because I woke up an hour earlier than I thought. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and then at my phone. Only one was correct. Damn that daylight saving.
So, yes, the clocks went forward while I slept, meaning more sun for the afternoons. Pity then the child that lost their sunglasses.
Isn’t it odd that it is a pair of sunglasses, when there’s clearly only one?
And the day remained beautiful. So much so that Mirinda went down to the harbour for her, now regular, Sunday bird watch and count. And this week, the general avian population soared. For instance, there were 35 cormorants and over 60 ducks.
The walk to World’s End helped her back no end and she feels she is on the road back to normality. Hopefully, she’ll be able to go to uni tomorrow.
The other patient, Freya, was much more lively today. She ate the especially bland boiled chicken I prepared for her in the morning (though she didn’t like the blood pudding) and was rather sad when she was left at home while Emma accompanied Mirinda for the bird counting.
It would have been far too much for Freya given how much I wore her out, taking her round the mountain yesterday. She was much better today, but I have to be careful not to wear her out and make life painful for her.
As for me, my exercise consisted of cooking a Sunday roast (pork with green butter) and walking to the ICA for supplies.
Passing the cemetery, I noted that the trees in the lower section, the bit where Inge is, had been pollarded.
And, when we had dinner, we didn’t really need to light the candles but did anyway. We’re not quite ready to dispense with hygge just yet.
