I rather like irony.
Just before I checked out of my Perth hotel yesterday, a few birds suddenly appeared so I quickly photographed them.
The pigeon on the right was gently pursuing his mate on the left.
Some ironies are difficult to absorb. Since surgery, Son has now experienced almost all of Husband’s Parkinson’s symptoms: immobility, loss of control, confusion, hallucinations, pain, hopelessness, fear, but also resiliance, hope, determination … heroism.
The willy wagtail screeched at me just like the ones in our wash house do!
Another sudden irony: I have fallen in love (hehe!) with Son’s surgeon who just rang me and reassured me that, except for football, Son could do anything but it might take a bit of time. His spinal surgery was a great success and the curve had been corrected to around 34%. The surgeon said miscommunication is common post-op but that, as far as he was concerned, Son could go to the concert, get back on his motorbike, do anything he wanted to do and that it was up to Son to figure that out.
I rang Husband to tell him the good news, then I rang Son, who had visitors and asked me to ring back (!) so then I went and told Ola, named after one of my beautiful nieces, Olivia. Ola is, however, not a girl!
I rather like irony.
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