Up and round and through and back round and down, via the now obligatory few minutes on the golf-course, playing 'catch' with the tennis ball. Creatures of habit, dogs.
And I got my glad-rags on - well my new trousers from TOAST Sale and my new shoes from VivoBarefoot Sale + my usual years' old second hand jumpers - and strolled to town and back along the prom, for some essential supplies - breadflour and soap.
It was pretty frustrating as I met several people I wanted to stop and talk with, but the combination of my almost total deafness (yep, still) and social distancing made it well-nigh impossible to do anything other than say 'deaf', and mime uselessly - somehow I can't quite believe that everyone around me is hearing as normal!
And then this afternoon we did a session at the Jimmy-gym, as I named it, or Sunny-gym as A. prefers...
But I woke this morning with the continuation of last night's musings in my mind:
"I, or we, have no right to imagine we can dictate the terms of 'normal"
You're welcome.
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