I woke up this morning feeling a bit down.
Nothing I can exactly put my finger on, but I was definitely feeling low.
After breakfast, Hubby and I decided to walk the dog into town along the beach.
Walking nearly always makes me feel a bit more human, I suppose getting out into the fresh air helps blow away the blues.
The beach is a wonderful stimulus anyway.
Never the same, it’s always intriguing and awe-inspiring.
I dreamt last night that I woke up on December 25th having slept for 20 days. I put that down to pending long journeys, the forecast of more bad weather and the wish to have it all over and done with!
Still, the walk was the Good bit about my title.
The Bad was Maggie being sick on the pavement as we were talking to one of the local PCSOs. I didn’t feel her pull or hear her retch, and it was a passer-by who told me my dog wasn’t well. What a mess, still at least it wasn’t all over the PCSO’s shoes.
I cleared up of course, checked her nose which was nice and cold, and she seemed fine.
I walked her up to some grass but she didn’t want to do anything else so whatever had disagreed with her she’d got rid of.
The Naughty was not only the cooked brunch we had (Maggie had half of her free sausage which she’s managed to keep down) but the tea and cake afterwards.
Well, we were walking back.
Surprisingly I feel better now. Maybe I needed that celestial fix to boost my spirits.