We've been to visit my mother in hospital. Every day brings a small improvement. (I'm ignoring the setbacks - I might as well have been christened Pollyanna!). Every day brings its blessing, if you manage to see it, or choose to see it.
Today's improvement is how much better she looks, and the conversations we enjoyed together about the get well cards which are arriving. The physio came, and showed me how to do the gentle stretching that needs to be done on her paralysed - "disregarded" - left arm. I can do this for her over the weekend, when the physios are not around.
and the inky blue-black skies as darkness fell while we were coming back from the hospital.
The final blessing came courtesy of the cat.
She has been rather neglected recently, and we have not been grooming her as thoroughly, or as often, as we should. This means only one thing... FURBALLS... Aaaargh. True to form, we found a bit of a mess over the edge of the settee. On closer inspection, we discovered that she had managed to deposit the worst of it into an empty gift bag that had fortuitously been left exactly in the right position beside the settee. It was the work of the moment to sponge down the upholstery, fold up the bag, and dump the lot into the bin.
Moral of the story - NEVER put anything away, ever. Chances are you will wish you had left it exactly where it was.