Life is a fickle beast.
One minute you are battling the small brickbats of shite that make things literally crap
The next you are swinging your hips to a fun bit of music and sad videos on tiktok suddenly do not have the power to make you weep when you don’t want to.
I finished my assignment last night.
I just need to type it up today.
Bluebell is back on the road, ( albeit a totally iced up one this morning) but won’t be taking me out until lunchtime as the - 5 temps last night have re- iced the lane and effectively rendered the incline to the main road impassable.
I’m taking a neighbour to a hospital appointment
From having nothing in my calendar last week, I have found things filling up gently.
Gorgeous Dave has asked me to go and attend a Meat Loaf By Candlelight evening which sounds a somewhat unlikely pairing, I must admit.
Tomorrow, I’m bunking off college to go to the Choir’s annual pub singalong and next week I’ve arranged supper out with Chic Eleanor .In between, I’m meeting another friend for brunch at Bryn Williams and there’s the village Christmas Fayre to help with next Saturday.
Tomorrow I’m going to the funeral of a dear friend’s husband . Eirlys has featured on many of the early Going Gently blogs as she my chicken guru , and fountain of all knowledge when it came to hens.
I’ve just come off the phone to her after reading her all of the tributes that were written in memory of her husband on the village Facebook page.
Not a FBer , herself , she gave me permission to pass on the news that her husband John had died.
This morning I slowly read out each comment in turn and moved dreadfully, she listened to each one, silently as the tears fell.
“I didn’t know , that We knew so many people” she quietly added when I was finished
A funeral tomorrow lunchtime ….singing in the pub, tomorrow evening
So Scarlet was right
After all tomorrow IS another day
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