Following yesterday’s visit to the optician I have been trying to heed her advice and only wear my glasses when I am reading. It’s not working. When I said during the appointment that I need them to see what’s going on around me the optician’s look of oh no you don’t rather made me think perhaps I have been allowing my feeling of not being able to see what’s going on get the better of me. Of course my depth perception and my field or vision seem to be gone for a Burton but apparently that is just something to which I am going to have to get used.
Today I have nursed the most horrendous headache and with it, most oddly, a feeling of heat in the centre of my forehead.
What the heck is that about?
No, really? Who has a hot circle in the middle of their forehead? I’ve checked, because you would, wouldn’t you, there’s nothing on it. I didn’t burn myself, I haven’t bashed it. I just have, like a borehole to the centre of my cranium, a hot head.
We took the long route home from the in-laws after lunch today. The short route is one minute, the long route took about an hour.
First stop was a nearby country house. I suppose Hub thought I might like to visit the gardens and park. Normally I would. Today it was hosting The Bonsai Trees of Wales event. Friends, the place was packed. Who knew so many people were interested in mini trees? We drove round the car park and left. I don’t think 14 could have dealt with the crowds, plus you had to pay for parking and I declared myself free of coinage. Not strictly true but I couldn’t face it.
Next stop, the outskirts of one of the many castle towns around and about. We are towards the Marches here, after all. By now my head was pounding and once more I feared crowds. Plus 14 was already becoming a little unsettled in the back seat.
So we turned once more for home.
The final leg of the journey I have to reach round and stroke 14′s leg while singing Daisy, Daisy. Each time I stopped she reached down to encourage my hand to keep moving.
No pictorial evidence exists of our day.
I hope your Sunday finds you well and gave you the chance to relax and rest before beginning another week.
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