Tigger: Invincible!

Not entirely true, but I've got that sense of feeling marvellous just now. I think Morecambe has a lot to do with it. I do so LOVE walking along the prom. And although my camera didn't quite capture the image I want to be able to share, my brain did. Ace.

Speaking of invicible, I'm clearly not entirely invicible given I think I may have lost the energy to get upstairs, but that's beside the point.

Last time I was on the train over to Morecambe the strangest thing happened: two girls (between 10 & 14, I'm guessing, I have no idea) decided to "befriend me". It was weird. They sat at the table I was at, were just chatting between themselves but would randomly say things like "I like your jacket". Slightly surreal but lovely. In a surreal sort of a way.

Continuing the Morecambe theme, I find myself here today after a very successful (and surprisingly brief) trip to Aberdeen to land myself a new tenant, a couple of hours in Edinburgh catching up with two friends (brief, but I may have convinced them to come for a weekend in Morecambe in July - result) and a very uneventful train journey down. I didn't expect to get here this week, even less for a full two nights-worth so I really am rather pleased. Huzzah.

This week has seen my cast come off (hurrah!), some initial improvement in movement (although I'm still awaiting my first physio appointment) and continued ponderings on the meaning of life (generally) and in particular, mine. We'll see. A couple of interesting massage leads have emerged which is rather exciting. Things develop and plants grow. C'est la vie.

And now - The Stairs. I shall overcome.