Never Judge a Book...

 

If you had been in my beloved park this morning 

you might have seen a lady of a certain age 

wearing a purple padded coat, 

with a cerise scarf wound high around the collar, 

and a knitted grey hat pulled low over the ears in an effort

 to close any chinks against the still bitter wind.

Drawing close enough you would also have seen a pair of streaming red eyes,

and realised what you had taken for

 a reddish-brown Hitler-style moustache

 is, in reality, a super crop of cold sores. 

Seeing all this set off by a puffy white face,

 with the sound effects

 being somewhat puffy as well  

might have caused you to think,

 in your compassionate way, 

"Poor old duck!"

Dear readers,

 that poor old duck was me,

and though outwardly I looked a pretty miserable specimen

inwardly I was rejoicing

because for the last 6 weeks or so I've had a re-occurring virus,

(hence the still streaming eyes, etc),

and today was the first time since it's start I felt up to a walk.

Almost felt like a young catkin instead of an old nut!

Hope you feel the same!

Blessings