Bright morning

It’s one of those fabulous winter mornings. The sky is bright icy blue. Very clear & luminous. The lawns & roofs are covered with crisp white frost. The thermometer reckons it’s -9˚C today. It certainly feels cold enough. But despite the cold, this is the sort of morning that makes you feel good to be alive.

Having been stunned by the view from the window, I’ve duly set down to the task of preparing the dinner. We’re having that old British classic, Cottage Pie. The idea of such warming comforting food is just the thing on a day like this. It’s now already in the oven ready to switch on this evening. A nice easy meal for once.

Maybe part of my lightness of heart is that we had a phone call last night from the Breast Clinic, letting me know I can now drive once more & checking how I’m doing more generally. I confessed to being worried, not so much about me & my health, but rather the effect of all this stress is having on the Fox. He’s now regularly tingling down the side he had his stroke on & is also tending to limp again. He’s not sleeping well. I’m beginning to fear if he doesn’t find some way to relax a bit he will be heading for another stroke, the last thing we need at this point in time. The nurse said she would refer us to the CancerCare place nearby. Possibly a talking therapy, a massage or something else might help. As the carer of a cancer patient such services are on offer to the Fox as well as me. If nothing suits we can always say no.