Yesterday was pretty special. I felt up to putting on proper clothes, makeup, and getting out of the house for the first time since coming home after my hospital stay. It was a glorious morning - strong sunshine, blue sky, mild, and I felt ready. So I got dressed, and considered my invalid appearance:
Not too bad. So I put on a coat, and put Verity over my shoulder:
Could be worse. I'll do. I picked up the spotted Cath Kidston shopping bag and, with a slender chestnut walking stick to lean on, I walked slowly and very carefully towards the village. When I reached the park, I couldn't help recording the moment:
Not the best shot of me, all nose and chin, and the sun has made me screw up my eyes, but I think you can sense the intense feeling of satisfaction and wellbeing! I'm a housebound invalid no longer! I'm in the fresh air, and standing up straight!
I badly wanted to draw some cash, pay in a cheque, and pick up just a little light shopping, and I did all of that. I admit that by the time I began my homeward journey I'd had enough. I was tired, and it seemed a very long way. It wasn't, but distance is relative to your energy resources, and I was just about used up. But I made it, and once home could relax.
I did the same thing today, partly in the company of my next door neighbour J--- and her two dogs. And, unless the weather is foul, I'll try to get out for a walk every day from now on. I'll just about run out of easy local walks when Fiona becomes rideable, and then I can extend my range to the South Downs and beaches!