Hello, hello..here I am back again - very wobbly but still smiling...well most of the time!
Do you like my little pot of primroses?
I found it at Totnes Market on Saturday and I hinted to Anth that it would make the perfect Valentine's love gift. Yes really, I actually went to Totnes, finally, for the first time this year. And how did I find myself at Totnes on Saturday? Well, it was sheer frustration and determination. Last Thursday I was lying in bed (after thinking that perhaps I may feel better quicker if I stop sitting on the sofa and go back to lying in bed during the day. It wasn't working.) Anth rang me during the day and found me crying. I just thought I've had enough of waiting to wake up each morning and feel like my old self - even though I'm not my old self any more. I've got to build my strength up a little each day. So that is what I'm trying to do. I spent half an hour in Totnes on Saturday saw some dear friends for a couple of hours on Monday and Tuesday (still in my pj's for one visit!) and today I even went to the hairdresser and managed to walk to the charity shop down the hill. I'm shattered now but I just can't sit on the sidelines of life any more. It's a bit scary as I still feel so weak but I'm taking it slowly.
And I've picked up my crochet hook again.