Ray has been so busy decorating the Kitchen cupboards --it is so good that he keeps busy and in the meantime the home is looking so smart as he hasn't stopped he also did the passage with his toy I bought Xmas.
The Paint Pod has finally come out of the box, although it has been difficult to get a good job done with it.
The paint is very thin and they don't have many colours in it but at last he has finished the job and we are back to normal again.
Louis had to go and have his haircut today. We took him just round the corner to a lady who does it in her house and she had him for 2 hours.
He didn't want to go in and we felt dreadful leaving the little man there he dug his claws in and the lady dragged him in saying "he will be OK when you have gone",--That is hard to believe but we went off to Canterbury where I shopped for clothes for my holiday and we went back to pick him up.
He had been so good the lady said and handed him back to us, he looked so smart and so white so he can go there again.
When we got back home I had some lunch (cheese on toast) and then a sleep so as to be able to take the dog for a walk to the beach where the waves were lapping in.
I had gone on my own which wasn't sensible as my muscles play up and gradually I loose my strength as if oxygen isn't get to my limbs. I'm really noticing a difference in my body bit by bit and the pains in my lungs which I can only describe as sore.
I'm told to expect this as the lung has been operated on and it will be the nerves trying to knit together but it is unpleasant especially when the pain shoots across the heart.
My friends on here with Meso will know what I'm talking about.
Well the day has drawn to a close and I will take the dog for his last walk with Ray but I think that when I go on my own I will have to use my Trekking stick to keep my balance and stop putting the strain on my limbs. night night xx
