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By The Round Pond, Kensington Gardens Down to London on Saturday morning then back today. We had a lovely time. We visited our Ian's flat in Shepherd's Bush for the first time. He was so pleased to have us there and the flat was most splendid. Mind you, at half a million pounds it needs to be. Lovely Sarah was there too. They have been together for a full year now. It seems serious. Funny word to use that isn't it? "Serious" - to describe a relationship that is joyful and loving with much laughter and touch.  In finding each other, they feel less alone in the world and so in a sense less serious! More light-hearted. We had lunch in "The Ship Inn" at Hammersmith by The River Thames and then we walked back to Ian's little flat before heading up to Camden to see one of his old school friends in a two man play called "Fritz and Matlock". Though the audience was small, the drama was excellent and afterwards we met the TV actor Mike Steve...

  Chic Eleanor had originally agreed to act as my fashion guru today but was unavailable for a trip to Liverpool so my friend Colin stepped into her expensive Italian Bruno Cucinelli sandals and gave me the benefit of his vast advice. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have an “eclectic” type  of fashion sense which is complicated somewhat by colourblindness and a limited budget but with Colin flexing his impressively sartorial gay muscles I was in safe hands.  I did make things a little difficult when I bought a jacket before I met Colin.  It’s wool and nicely heavy, but he pursed his lips just a little and said “hummmm  I see we are going for a country theme here”  We entered John Lewis skipping. The salesman had an interesting take on formal ware shopping. Because of covid he said suits and jackets just haven’t been selling until a few weeks ago when everyone either needed a new outfit for work, to replace ones not fitting because of lockd...

 In the simple still of Monday I sit here remembering that valleys don’t last forever. I’m climbing out and upward not dwelling in the places and spaces I don’t belong. In autumn, I’m coming alive to the possibility that life gets sweeter when answers aren’t found. The leaves fall to the ground and change colors in hopes of brighter tomorrows.   I’m taking nature’s lead.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/3iMrmsL

 Highlight of your weekend? Last thing you ordered? Last thing you read? Have you seen fall foliage? Favorite fall destination? from R's rue https://ift.tt/2X2cnmT

  I’m herding cats I think it’s going to be that sort of week I’ve got my bucket of coffee ready and am trying to sort out “ when and where!” But it’s a case of too much to do God knows when I’m going to get the pilgrim paperwork sorted out for the Church and Chic Eleanor texted me a darling John where are you text last night when I was unconscious on the couch after night shifts. I’m off to Liverpool shortly to get the wedding clothes ( more stressful than looking after a poorly patient on a ventilator) Tuesday and Wednesday I’ve got two thirteen hour day shifts  Thursday it’s Bluebell’s MOT, a funeral , a vets appointment and a concert Friday is the wedding Sunday and Monday more long days at work  Saturday I’m scheduling a lie down in a darkened room with a wet face flannel over my face from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3mJQAci