At last the Fox
managed to eat all that was put in front of him. Admittedly it wasn’t much –
two poached eggs on toast – but still it’s a start. He’s finding all tastes
& mouth-feel textures being exaggerated, so meat is tough, sauces dry, fruit
juice sweet. I’m hoping it’s a sign he’s on the mend.
One way or another I
will have to venture out soon. Our library books are finished & due back on
Thursday. I’m running out of ingredients to make a quick meal for one – all the
items in the freezer are in portions for 2. I may well get a ready meal that
just needs warming up for me. We also need to collect some pills from the
chemist. I've also got to collect our holiday tickets & get a new battery for my watch.
On the good side,
the weather has picked up. We’ve had a couple of days of sunshine. That has
encouraged a few buds to open. Near the bins there is one tiny daffodil bravely
shouting spring is coming. Numerous daffodils are now in bud in the pots
screening off the garage. In the front garden patches of golden crocuses are appearing.
Definite signs of hope, and that is what I feel spring is all about.
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