I went to town by myself after the morning chores for a much-needed eye appointment at our local opticians.  I’ve been having a few problems with my eyes and was already worried.

The results – some bad news – I’ve been referred as an emergency to the eye clinic at the hospital, either south or here depending on who can give me an appointment first.  I was not very happy and spent most of my day moping around feeling very sorry for myself whilst trying to remember if Mum had had these eye problems too.

Anyway, I finished up doing my messages and came home to do my afternoon/evening chores.

Home instantly made me feel better.  I can get things into perspective here.  ‘Ster understands.

And the wild primroses are really starting to rev up now.

The mud is also drying up too (I even managed to open a very bad gateway with at least a foot of mud without sinking without trace).

So, apart from the eye thing and the usual, life is not too bad.  If I have to go south, then I go south. I need to get this treated asap.

A thought – I wonder if I could take Newt as my seeing-eye pony…… apparently, they are a thing ….. and even if he took me to the nearest cake shop, everyone would think he was very cute (and he could carry my handbag too!)  Win, win.