It is 2pm and a funny sort of day, and reflected in my changing mood. At least I don’t feel as depressed as I did first thing. You’ll understand why in a minute.
Hubby had an INR this morning and is out of range again, but only just, so has another blood test scheduled for next week.
The weather is glorious, if you can keep out of the wind, and we enjoyed a pleasant walk through the park and back through the estate. Lots of visitors in the park, and not a mask between them, so we gave them all a wide berth.
I had a huge puppy fix with two pyreneans we’d previously met the day of the carnival in 2019. The puppy is considerably bigger now, but they are beautiful dogs, and I was fussed by both. We actually had a conversation, they telling me ‘all about their day and the fact that they hadn’t had breakfast yet’, much to their owners amusement. There is hope for me, but not a lot.
Photos Sept 2019…… puppy top!
Back from our walk, I put our stew on while Hubby had a rest as he is suffering with his knees at the moment.
Before all that though, although it is neither Christmas nor New Year, I got the polish out and dusted throughout, taking all of the knickknacks off the shelves and shining them up too. The washing is out on the line, more bedding today, so we are making the most of the good weather. Hubby is now giving our gates a fresh coat of wood preserver.