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In the week ending October 29th, 2680 new images were submitted to the Geograph project. I am always hopeful that one or two of my photographs will make the "Picture of the Week" shortlist. When they do they are in with a chance of being chosen as the overall winner. For the week in question, I had three photos in the shortlist - all taken in Lincoln on October 25th. The previous week's winner happened to be a published writer called Mike Parker who was responsible for "Map Addict" which I reviewed here   just before COVID19 really started to take a hold of our lives. I am delighted to announce that he picked one of my Lincoln pictures as the overall "Picture of the Week" for Week 43. It is the one shown at the top of this blogpost. It also headed the post I created on October 27th. In selecting it, Mike Parker said this:  "Congratulations Neil! This was the shot to which I constantly returned, and each time, saw something new in it. The lines...

I’m on the second course of antibiotics.  I was apparently resistant to the first.   I was hoping to feel brighter today but don’t  , so after a dog walk. I went back to bed. That was around 8.30 am Just after 9am the phone went. It was the builder asking if he could give me a quote for the chimney to be relined.  He came round almost immediately, a gorgeous big bearded hunk of a guy I didn’t have the energy to even think of flirting even if I had wanted to. I may do when he comes to do the job I went back to bed as soon as he had gone. Before 10 am my mobile rang. This time it was the vets’ receptionist reminding me to pick up Mary’s meds so wearily I got dressed and  drove the 26 mile round trip to Denbigh to pick them up. When you live alone there’s no option of asking someone else to do all the mundane things. On the way home I bought stewing steak and suet from a little shop in Trefnant  I haven’t eaten anything but toast in the last 24...

Thank you for all your support these past few days. I am truly grateful. All my life I have been sensitive about my condition. I have tried to pray it away. For years. That is not the reality. I have begrudgingly acknowledge that to be understood, I will have to let people in to my world. I have resisted that for the most part. I’ve given faint glimpses. When I let the curtain open, I didn’t fully know what to expect. In real life I’m not the greatest communicator, because that’s what I have chosen for so long. I’m seeing that doesn’t work these days. So in order to be understood, I am trying to understand, myself. It’s a learning curve. Please bear with me. Thank you again for your love and support. I am truly grateful. Love to you all.  On a brighter note:  What is making you smile today? from R's rue https://ift.tt/3GUc3Zn