Write something that is. I really should. But what to write? Anxiety attacks (relatively mild, explains a lot no idea why, but probably not depression) and veruccas. of which, I have one – not a dislocated toe as I thought. No, perhaps not. Too personal? Possibly. I have no possessive thoughts on the verucca, so have started a determined campaign to get rid of it.
Keeping a hand written log of the weather is fun. It warmed up a little today, up from the not quite zero only a couple of degrees. But not by much.
Feeding the birds has been good these last few days. Lots of starlings and the wagtail, both of which I love. The pigeons and squirrels – four of them on Sunday. I am less enamoured of them but accept them.
Bills Posts 