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The Sun - and also the Moon, apparently. Day 8. Photo a day.

Button. Day 7.

One dull morning.

07-02-2012.

blanddiva11:

For Lynn.

Thank you, this is perfect.

Dinner. Day 6 

I could not face a salad in this cold, so a light broth of chicken and veggies and lots of black pepper. Very yummy.

Our first flowers this year.

To risk the passing out threat and snooze on the sofa or take the safer option and retire early to bed.

It’s dilemmas like this that make my life the fulfilled nirvana that it is.

Sometimes you just have to have a little lie-down after lunch.

13. Do not reblog, thanks.

A stranger. Day 4 Photo a day in February.

I’m a day late with this one as I didn’t think it ethical to take any pics in the hospital. I’d have blown a gasket if someone had done that to me.

Every day he’s shovelling.

Or clearly icy slush, still, he’s out and I’m in, so we’re ok.

10 a.m. Day 5

Cars can’t drive on this, apparently. I can walk on getting out of hospital but the car, not so much.

Just to make life interesting I had a little pass-out in the middle of last night followed by a lovely trip in the ambulance.

Apparently I managed not just to pass out but moan AND drool. What can I say? I’m a classy gal.

They’re still not sure why. We know I have benign intra cranial hypertension, i.e. too much fluid round the brain. The numbness could mean a TIA or a migraine without the headache, just like April 2010. Or I could be over-medicated and my B.P. could have dropped too low, or … a host of things. Seems I have so many symptoms they don’t match any one condition, or one part does and another doesn’t.

Perhaps I have more than one thing wrong with my head, it’s been said before.

To top it our car couldn’t get out of the drive so I had to have a taxi home that dropped me at the top of our street and I had to walk home because goodness knows nothing works in Britain when there’s an inch of snow. Perhaps not even an inch.

Vey.

I’m glad to be home.

No one call me to get up quickly or we’ll have to go through the whole rigmarole again.

alinasmith replied to your post: Photograph a stranger

I’m going to photograph my mother. She is often a stranger to me.

I haven’t seen my mother in nearly two years, so that could do it. Except I’d have to fly home, take the pic against all her protests and then go somewhere with wi-fi to upload it since my phone seems to have stopped working with the 3G. 

Tomorrow is photograph a stranger day on the February photo challenge. I don’t know any strangers.

Sorry.

I’m no good at being sneaky, or rather, when I’m just about to touch the little button to snap the pic someone ALWAYS sidles up and asks me what I’m doing and then I’m banjaxed. I’ve tried it when we’re out, tried to grab a sneaky pic of our food or the place itself and one of the kids ALWAYS calls attention. Why can’t the be quiet?

They won’t be with me tomorrow, I’ll have to try to snap some random person during break or lunch, perhaps the rugby will be on and I’ll get a whole field of them right behind where I work. Muddied-thighed strangers, would THAT do? Now I’ve thought of it I’ll either be working or they’ll be playing an away game.

Semi-frozen canal.

Hands.

A photo a day in February, Day 3. 03-02-2012.

Flypast, this morning.