Ive been spending my weekend afternoons on my own due to my ears not really being comfortable yet in public or in a car with a noisy daughter ect. Yesterday I went on a riverside walk to where my granddad on my mothers side used to live. He used to have much trouble with his ears so he has been on my mind recently. I got the feeling it was important to see his old house and in general I feel like visiting various locations as though this is a mystical treasure hunt of sorts.

Today was June weather. Warm, dry and the odd cloud in the sky. Its been one of the most beautiful spring days ive seen.  I picked so some bluebells today to put on my grandparents grave. Thats not something I would normally do. I dont think I will be the same person after all this illness. A change is happening.