Odi has been talking for a while of moving down to Eastbourne in the hazy future to look after us- her sort of parents- in our old age. She's now saying that because of my steep decline she needs to firm things up.
Is my decline really so steep?
Well, my health ain't bad. The blood tests I had done a couple of weeks back have revealed nothing wrong. Except for a little too much cholestrol. The doctor is prescribing statins and I've said "OK" in order to keep him sweet- only I might forget to take them.
But I am slower, weaker, wearier......
Do I mind? No more than I mind any change in my circumstances. It would be nice if things always stayed the same, but boring perhaps.
I see movement out the corner of my eye. I look. For a moment I think it's a mouse or vole sitting on the floor. Then I recognise that it's a feather that has drifted in through the open patio door

It's a pigeon feather.
I see more movement at the door -and, blimey, it's a squirrel. It almost comes in the house then thinks better of it and scurries off.....
Feathers are common round here but squirrels ain't.
I love pigeons, I love squirrels. And all the more because lots of people think them a bloody nuisance.
Both of them showing up at the end of this post- which reveals more personal stuff than I usually do- feels like Dame Nature giving me a nod and a wink.....




