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#98 Pyramul


Christmas is coming to Pyramul tonight and I've run out of towns!!  I will make a last effort to go west and get two more towns before the New Year.

The eye op went really well yesterday I have gone from being all but totally blind in one eye to having clear vision.  It's still a bit too sensitive to test out as a 'camera eye' but I am sure it will work very fine. 

Now I am over that fuss/stress of the eye there is much to do for Christmas so I am going to take a blog break. I hope you are all having a lovely time preparing for this most special of seasons.

I've will add Pyramul over at 100 towns and tidy up the loose ends over there during the break.

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  1. That's great news Joan. Lovely shot with the church on the hill.

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  2. Hope you recover soon, Joan. And a happy Christmas to you and Ian.

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  3. Wonderful!
    'mazing what a difference a little zapping makes.
    Best wishes for a happy and holy Christmas.

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  4. Although I'm not religious I think these humble little churches have much more to do with Christianity than the rich and ornate temples of the Old World, which I admire just as art.

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  5. P.S. Glad to know your operation went well, Joan.

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  6. What a super aspect, best wishes with the optics. Good to hear you are on the mend.

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  7. Ah, that's what happens when you read blog posts in chronological order ... so everything is okay. That's fine.
    Have some nice quiet relaxing days!

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  8. That's a beautiful shot. Christmas greetings and all the best for a good recovery from the operation>

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  9. Great news. Enjoy your break and Merry Christmas to you.

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