Setenta y nueve

I give thanks for my First World problems. What a privilege it is to have renal failure related symptoms blight your night, let alone to have a comfy home to be uncomfortable in, with a TV and a kettle, electricity to operate them and snacks to nibble on! Similarly for not having anything to rush out of bed for today when slowly surfacing from the sleep that finally came.

For putting on an old recorded episode of Loose Ends to try to encourage some low key DIY work, and finding it featured Mark Knoppfler's sublime guitar thus causing very pleasant lolling about on the sofa instead! I'd already abandoned first a plan for a short bus ride to buy fresh veg, then a medium walk to buy vegan/gluten free treats and snacks...and even a short walk for a ready made lunch, so I give for accepting what will be will be...and, whatever fairy stories the DWP tells itself about me to save a few quid, some days it definitely won't!

I give thanks for seeing the sunshine sparkling on the sea, and for the people out enjoying the pleasant weather. For spotting this lonely rain cloud wandering its own way among the cotton wool puffs...and then thinking maybe it wasn't lonely at all but rather liked its own company and not fitting in with the crowd.