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Hello friends.

What's news? I am still plodding on. Still in pain. Still having great difficulty walking. Still housebound. The latter to the point that I can barely make it out into the garden now. I'm still waiting to be seen by the CMAT.  And I'm still taking large amounts of painkillers, which of course come with their own set of side effects. Despite this, I am still trying to be as positive as I possibly can and hope that once I do get seen they will be able to do something for me.

It seems that my cottage is now non-stop with various people coming to the door. Occupational therapists. Physiotherapists. Community Connectors. Quite a long list of people trying to help, but I doubt there's very much any of them can do for me until I can regain my mobility.  The irony is that this has nothing to do with the Parkinson's! 

In the mean time, I am still not sleeping well. At least I have the television in the same room as me. But do you have any idea of the drivel that is on during the night? And I'm sleeping in my arm chair. None of this can be doing me any good. But what is doing me good is my painting. Some days I don't feel like doing anything particular, so I turn to my colouring in books. Other days I use stamps to make images. Or sometimes I go into full on paint a proper picture mode.

I think I lost the plot with this first one. I made a small simple image using Hobby Art stamps. After I'd coloured it all in, there was a vast white space at the top of the page. Brusho, I said. So, Brusho it was. Except the brush show came out in a little bit too much of A rush and we have rather a bright, vibrant blue sky.  Maybe the mushrooms were psychedelic?  Joking I am.

This one is very finely detailed. It came from a book of postcards. Printed ready for colouring. Very, very fiddly work.

This one is another composite of several Hobby Art stamps.

Am I allowed to say that I am well chuffed with this next one? Well, even if I'm not allowed, I'm going to say it anyway. I'm well chuffed with this.

This Arum Lily was given to my father. So I inherited it in the garden. I took some photos of it a few years back {see below} and I have always wanted to paint pictures of flowers I have grown. So I went for it. It's watercolour.

Finally. This morning I was on the phone with a friend. And she said, oh, I saw your photograph in the Western Telegraph. I didn't know what she was talking about. Anyway, it turns out that's the Western Telegraph Camera Club page on Facebook. Of which I am a member chose one of my photographs as their top six of the year so far.  Can I say I'm chuffed again? I'm chuffed again.

Here's the link to the page where it can be seen. I hope it works for you wherever you are if you're trying to look at it.

Deb's picture

Until next time.

Stay safe, stay well.

Debbie. xo