Dear Grandy and DB~
What a nice surprise to have you both appear here. I follow each of your progress just about every day even if I do not say a lot.
Yes, I'm still walking along the river bank and being nagged by the native hen, who is convinced it is only due to his efforts we move off. Trying to take Naasy Cat along would be a bit of an operation, even picking her up requires heavy-duty gloves (plus band-aids🚑.
I'm good at them moment thanks. I've managed to put some-long standing problems in a box in my mind and have tried to stop opening it. Volunteering is something I've done since I was in the police and it is good for me, a change of pace and a bit of balance. It's easy to lose perspective if one relies on only one thing.
Now I'm afraid you are both bad influences, I'm supposed to be on a diet, having meal replacements every day and NO CAKE:( or anything else that sounds half way tasty. I'm aiming to fit on a smaller iceberg.
Now with the choir practice, you might well be able to find an emoji of an microphone, I'm having difficulty finding one that represents ear-plugs. The description of Grandy's singing does not have quite the appeal you might imagine.
That cosy fire-side chair is nearly with us now, I've bought the year's supply of firewood and will soon start needing it, some nights are chilly already.
Mrs Croix and I will however follow your advice and sit outside tomorrow if it is a fine day, look at the trees and sky. You are right, it does relax.
Croix
