Improvement

A cloudy start to the day but sunshine and mild autumnal air all afternoon. I drove Clare to an appointment at Llandough hospital after breakfast, to hear from the osteoporosis specialist how she's doing at the end of two years of daily injections. A recent bone density scan showed a further six percent improvement, that's  sixteen percent altogether. She'll go on to a six monthly injection regime from now on, with more checks en route. That's really good news. I read Morning Prayer from my phone while waiting for her in the main entrance coffee shop. On the way back I dropped her at the Post Office and got on with weekly housework chores, followed by cooking haddock for lunch. It's not something we have often, but the taste somehow reminds me of childhood in a good way, apart from the bones!

We went for a circuit of Thompson's Park together, then I went on my own for a longer circuit of Llandaff Fields and down to the Taff. A mixed age group of individuals wearing florescent jackets with the City Council logo and the word 'Volunteer' on the back, with orange litter bags and picking arms stood near the pond in Thompsons Park, being given a briefing I think. The park looked clean, but their bags seemed to be empty, so I'm not sure what was actually going on. They all left in a group, and I'm not sure where they went afterwards. Walking up the main path, I spotted one can sticking out of a bramble patch, easy enough to see and grab hold of. I retrieved it, along with two other cans and a small plastic bottle, which had lain there long enough to be embedded in the grass undergrowth. Litter annoys me so much that I don't have any peace out walking unless I take it to a bin. While I was out, I composed a birthday Haiku to send to my friend and literary advisor Diana. 

After supper, I made the video of next week's Thursday Morning Prayer, in honour of Reformation Day, commemorating Martin Luther. I started making this while we were in Tenby, and found I'd not finished the audio edit properly, so that needed sorting out before I could complete the job, absorbing an hour more time than it usually takes. Anyway, I took my last hour before bed to try and make a sketch from a photo taken from below of part of a tree canopy. The photo is deceptively simple in appearance, and hard to give more than a vague impression of its content.