The Monster is asleep on my bed. I've just dunked his foot in a weak Hibiscrub solution, dabbed some of the old dried blood off and then dried it (make up remover pads work a treat). I have to do this twice a day.
He was beside me on the sofa last night. He felt cool and his breathing was heavy - like he was worried by the cone or it was pressing on his throat. I put the little pink blanket over him and a warm hot water bottle and he was soon purring away, but his breathing still looked a bit laboured. He was tucked up in the living room overnight and seems a bit brighter today, though really fed up that he wasn't allowed out. I was out this morning but when I got back, carried him out to sit on the side lawn for a few moments, but he wanted to Go Exploring, so had to come back in again.
I went to see my friends Pat and Pam. Had lots of horsey cuddles with Pat's horses and a good natter. On the way back I took the little lane up to St Mary's Church, hoping it might be open, but no . . .
Memorial slabs inside the porch.
How frustrating that it remains locked. I can't really find on-line details of the alterations you can see in the wall or earlier windows, entrances. Perhaps I will be better informed when I can finally get inside.
The drive to Carmarthenshire today was through such a beautiful array of wild flowers. The Bluebells are such an intense blue at the moment and many of them are lining the hedgerow side of the verge, laced with the purest white of the Greater Stitchwort, and the mid-pink of Red Campions. The Hawthorn hedges are just coming into bloom and act as a creamy white foil behind them. Nearly all the trees (bar the Ash) have their leaves now, and of course the Oak trees are a murky olive green just yet. It was so beautiful.
Lots of Ash trees round here look like they are really suffering from the die back this year - it's catching up on bigger trees too - so sad.
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