Have a good long sleep from ten o’clock last night to six forty five this morning. At seven o’clock bang on Mum’s door for my morphine but she doesn’t hear me. Call her. She hadn’t yet put in her hearing aids.
Have a lovely breakfast:




I love our hotel π¨ it’s so pretty, although there is a beam above my loo which says Mind Your Head. Have banged head on it about fifteen times.
We visit the Suffolk Owl π¦ Sanctuary in Stonham Aspal. It is wonderful. We see So Many Owls π¦ and other birds of prey: 
This is Taiga the Great Grey Owl whom I am sponsoring. Isn’t he wonderful?






Have a bit of a scare when I can’t find my codeine and back is in agony. Mum brings my morphine from the car. It’s good in a way that I now know that I really need all the opiates that I take.
Then we have a coffee βοΈ at the bistro:

Dad sits with me whilst I have some scrambled eggs π₯ on toast and a green salad π₯ for brunch as I’m visiting Maria at the stables π΄ at lunchtime and don’t want to be hangry.
We see the flying display which includes Auckland the Boobook owl π¦. He is Australian:

Mum buys me a fluffy owl. He’s called Stonham:

At the stables I groom Cuthbert and then Jenny leads me around the school and the farm. It feels great to be on a horse π΄ again. Isn’t he a gorgeous boy?




Walk with Maria around the farm, taking photos of old farming equipment. Here she is with her new adopted Rumanian dog π Roxy who the vet thinks is a beagle cross. She is very sweet and likes me which is good.


We listen to The Copper Beeches on the way back to the hotel π¨. It’s wonderful. It’s one of my favourite Sherlock π΅οΈββοΈ Holmes stories.
Then I meditate and sleep.
Wake up and have acquired a new client for whom to do a reading, so I rattle that off:


Right: had better prepare for supper.
Happy Monday everyone!
*1892. By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock π΅οΈββοΈ Holmes story. One of my favourites.
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