A surreal day…

My daughter returned last evening and made a great meal. After that I watched some TV. Not a frequent occurrence but I found a series I enjoy.

The paramedics this morning seem a lifetime away.

I was silly enough to pop out this lunchtime. The place is heaving with people and children on bikes they were during lockdown. I got an ice cream with a friend at my favourite café. It was great, we really do great ice cream here.

I’m not watering the garden tonight. It looks like rain and my ankle hurts though much better than this morning. I have ached generally today since waking. The last effect of the missed dose on Friday evening.

Yesterday was my 500th post. I’m glad most of them are about my health.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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