This morning , sunny and warm , I walk back through the village with the dog , having watched her splashing in the shallows at the sailing club beach , chasing her ball at the headland , seen her half heartedly chase a big poodle on the short clipped grass where the daisies are pushing through , and watched her come back when asked . She stays close when big dogs look scary and little dogs threaten to bite. She no longer wants to waken me at six am for her first wee of the day , in fact she often has to be coaxed from her bed and in the direction of breakfast .
The village is bliss in the sun , a slight breeze stirring the hanging baskets and we are known by more and more people through having our tiny greyhound ...
Life would be perfect .....were it not for my banging head , my drugged up side effects in evidence even on the days my head is not hurting .
But ( for everyone ).... there is always a were it not for ......
And for some people it is ... having three months left to live
Needing a transplant
Living with violence
etc etc
and ..... there are moments like this , at the end of a headache filled day , when I have swallowed my pills and the head is numb .... Bliss indeed ......
And there are whole days when my head is clear .
And there is that cute dog .....
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