I am on my way home to Pisticci,  but not exactly how I was hoping.

It seems that my eyes are not right yet. It’s too complicated to explain, but I have another check up now at the end of May. Hopefully there will be some improvement then. It could take several months apparently, but my actual eyesight is fine and I can’t tell that there is a problem.

I had been hoping that everything would be normal and I’d be cheerfully on my way home in a nice relaxed frame of mind.

I’ve spoken to a friend near Pisticci  who says that there is a very good optician she knows who also speaks English if I had a problem .I needed a back up plan or I might not have been okay about leaving.

It’s not been the best of days as it’s difficult to feel confident and excited when my stomach just won’t cooperate.

It was sad to say Goodbye to Katy, even though I’ll be back in a month.

However I’m now in a reasonable sort of hotel. It’s in a lovely old house, but it’s like someone has just made as many rentable rooms as possible. It was relatively cheap, is in a nice street near Haymarket Station and it was easy to find.

I might well stay here again. There is even a sort of free breakfast available, a Tesco express not far away and a bus stop for the airport bus nearby.

It is a weird feeling being in an in-between state. Not only between  Perth and Pisticci,  but between Perth Anne and Pisticci Anne.

And getting close to 70 years , which sounds old , but feels like 30 …..and sometimes 12 is on my mind a lot.

Feeling a bit lost tonight…..but tomorrow I should be in my little house surrounded by all my homely, strange, colourful, friendly things.

Cheers..🍷🍷