A small new start

Lorraine sprang up and did Rhyme Time, which Maureen went to, Pat had a dementia review this afternoon too. Sylwia here this morning. Spoke to Mum, all well.

Lorraine and I spent some time this afternoon before she zoomed off to do her pottery.

For me I felt more positive day than I've have done for a long time. I joined Substack and wrote my first piece for it about being in Ireland, and I will post two or three times a month with a tone that I hope will be amusing and thoughtful. I am going to streamline my online presence, and have already shed the noxious X and the pointless Threads. 

Two walks, one in the evening. My new bone conduction sport headphones work brilliantly. At last I can listen to podcasts etc without having anything intruding in my ear. The last ones I had were never loud enough, and even walking down a side street, if a single car went past I would not be able to hear it.

Lorraine home again, after a cheery pottery class. All well.

My shadow in streetlight, on the newly replaced shingle on Seaford Bay looking towards Newhaven and the fading light in the west. And the substack link for my piece