Monthly Archives: April 2021

The cone.

When you run at one hundred miles per hour over broken glass it’s not going to have a great outcome.

Enforced rest and knocking over of everything for the next few days while the superglue and antibiotics mend those power pads then it’s back to flying.

Trees.

Wild garlic and a cacophony of bird song, there’s no social media in the woods, just the excited chatter of a new season.

It’s been a week of snow, sun and dying Royals. A week of sad television.

We all go the same way, we’re all earthworm food.

I’ve always liked that thought, I don’t want a golden carriage, just chuck me in the hole and plant a cheeky dandelion on top.

Hope.

Late last night I had my first shot of the Astrazeneca’s Oxford vaccine for Covid 19.

Got my little card with a date and a batch number on it for when I need my follow up dose.

Hope in a little vile but with so much media opinion.

When it came down to it, just quietly administered with small talk and a smile.

Twelve hours on, just feeling tired and a little peaky, nothing more.

Hope.

Hair.

I had a lovely hair cut and colour the other day. The first one in a long time too.

I wore my mask and enjoyed it being styled and cut.

Then I went home and popped it back in a bun.

That’s better.

Spring

The march of the dandelions and my dog is as relentless as the flying masks in the spring breezes.

The sun is coming back…well now, in a minute, as we say.

The first invitation for a vaccine has landed on our doormat.

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