Positive, in the face of opposition..

It can be surprisingly difficult to remain positive.

One would expect to be greeted with help unlimited, if one should cry out for help.
Just to say, my lovely GP seemed almost worse off than I felt, is rather an understatement.

Who would you vote for, if given the choice. None of the current choices, I can say!!

I promised myself some positives, so here goes.

A soft pnk cloud behind a palm frond, would have been one of my dreams.. way back when....

I still get a minor thrill to realise this is the real life view from my balcony. It often does resemble Paradise.

This is a menace approaching. I was slightly amused at the sight of this gathering storm cloud. I rather expected it would evaporate and amount to nothing. Wrong!!

We  had a massive downpour, and it turned bitterly cold.

So, the positive, is this funny,, furry pic of Morty, sitting in a cardboard box, beside my seat, in the lounge.

I suspect he thinks he is invisible. He is so gorgeous, but also, very hostile if the mood
takes his fancy! I bear the bleeding scars of his 'love bites'!!

Sheryl Crow. Every Day is a Winding Road