Its days like this that I miss Dad. I took my usual walk to the park with Speckle, past the pond of course, and on around the park. Despite the rain I might add! Anyway, there were around 20 swallows, or were they swifts, flying low across the water catching insects. I haven't seen this before I don't think, although I am aware at how unreliable my memory is, and its the sort of thing I would have phoned Dad about on the spot and then gone round for a natter about it. I texted eldest daughter, who told me that swallows have longer tails, so I have decided that the birds were in fact swifts. Now, having googled swifts, swallows and house martins, I have changed my mind and declare them to be swallows. See? I need my Dad to inform me. He knew so much and we all relied on him for information. Who needed Google with Dad/Grandad around?! To add to my delight, not only did I see the swallows, but I actually caught sight of the woodpecker. I have been taking Specks to the park for 7 years, heard the woodpecker frequently, but never spotted it. It has been a good morning, and I am feeling more cheerful. Little steps :o)
Work remains quite stressful, and being in the middle of an ME flare doesn't help. I ache and I hurt and I am sure I will soon rattle from all the painkillers I am taking. Hate it, but thats a story you have all heard before.............
