An Hour, All We Could Manage
We threw back the covers, pulled ourselves into our swimmers, lowered ourselves into Baby Beez and headed to the beach. Bear returns from tethering our little steed. To the outside world, we look ‘normal’. Steady. The current favourites are that we have Chikungunya, or since Bear read about a news report Fiji Flu. Whatever we have, we have become virtually housebound, groaning and wheezing. I’m back to being Park Bench Pepe and Bear has a shiny, dripping beak.
Bear said he fancied a swim, got in as far as his waist and came out and flopped down on the beach.
We sat and watched the world go by including a sea plane coming in to land, packed up and went back home to bed, exhausted.
ALL IN ALL A STEP FORWARD ???
A LITTLE PROGRESS PERHAPS