The day started the same as many before and many to come. I got up and with in minutes I was rubbing the ointment in my damaged shoulder. I rose late but I didn't have a serious attack of neuralgia as my wife had woken earlier with the news there was a dead bird in the room; my room backs onto our garden and the cats often bring in birds and mice, so this was no surprise; what was a surprise was the bird, I imagined a small bird such as a Sparrow but this was complete and the size of a Thrush.
The neuralgia wasn't helped by the shoulder pain going into the neck muscles as it increases in intensity, with pain in the shoulder on one side and neuralgia on the he side of my face, this appeared to be the usual scenario for my day.
Many people claim to see thrushes, what they do see are fieldfares which resemble thrushes at a glance but have a smaller and more speckled breast which is white, the thrushes have brown breasts. With the change in farming techniques and the urban growth, thrushes are almost extinct; one way of helping them thrive is to leave an open patch in your garden and place a flat stone there; so they can crack snail shells and get their food.
Today, as many days to come will be a writing day. I often lose days at a time because each day is the same for me. Get up-ointment- write-rest for a while-write-watch a dvd-write for the rest of the day and have a late night chat with a friend in Fareham.
To me, dates mean nothing-Father's day, Christmas day, Boxing day, October 18th (my bd), they are just another day to work through the pain of an inured shoulder.