What is making you smile?
Who is making you smile?
What are you making?
Last book you read?
Prayer requests?
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Ukraine
In years to come, I will look back upon this blogpost and what I hope is this - that in the intervening time, the Russian people will have booted out the megalomaniac who is now in charge. They will have found a way of beginning a new phase in their nation's history built on truth and democracy and not upon the whims of a madman who is living in a distorted vision of the past.
Why should innocent Ukrainians and Russian soldiers die for his delusional ego?
You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.
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Making The Most
I’m looking through my Filofax ( I know I’m a dinosaur) at the next ten days and apart from one long shift on Saturday , my days off and annual leave is filled with things to do.
I think that over the last two years I have pushed myself to be busy. And what I mean by that , is that I wanted to be productively busy….enjoyable busy……appropriately busy.
The world and his wife doesn’t come to you, when you’re on the wrong side of fifty, single and not blessed with Russell Crowe ( circa 2001) good looks.
You simply have to make the effort.
Today I’m off to London, (a flying visit to touch base with Nu ) as well as a real post covid treat- tickets to The Royal Ballet and I’m mindful that. I’m back in London early March to see Cabaret also with Nu ( her Christmas gift to me). Im planning to catch up with my friend Alex in the big smoke in April too, and no doubt we will get some cheap theatre tickets for something stimulating
The capital has been well and truly rubber stamped as it were.
Next week I’m on holiday. Sunday I’ve got two cinema trips booked Flee ( an animated gay themed film from Afghanistan) and The Duke ( the comedy heist movie with Jim Broadbent ) Monday it’s pottery with my sisters and lunch out with a friend. Tuesday it’s choir and the start of a five week film course on zoom.
Wednesday the dogs and I are off to Sheffield for four days and all of us are stating in a dog friendly Airbnb, a cottage in Loxley which overlooks Hillsborough, my old home town.
I’m a little tired of visiting Sheffield in a rushed manner. Dog sitters and time off work often means that I have to grab just an overnight visit, necessitating a triage of who to catch up with first.
This time as well as meeting up with stalwarts Mike, Jane and Jonney H , I’ve arranged dinner out and in with my old friend Sarah, and with Meggie and Mick who I haven’t seen together since their wedding back in the day when I had a waist and brown hair.
I’ve arrange walks with Jane and Bev and Maisie ( who was a baby when I left Sheffield ) and coffee and cake with Kathryn and Vince and everything is slotted in without rush and without drama.
For a fee my host will dog sit the girls if needed
Meggie and Mick’s wedding
I say all this, not to boast… look at me what a good friend I am! Perhaps I'm actually underlining what a poor friend I’ve been. Friendships are like tomato plants, they need regular feeding, and with relationships and work and the pace of life in general it’s easy to let things slide, concentrating on the few rather than the all.
It’s also easy not to be a good friend to yourself.
I think we all can act the martyr at times, the slouch, the couldn’t be bothered whilst sometimes the best thing to do is to hike up those bra straps and get on with doing
I’m trying to live that mantra, but it can be hard
Very hard
Gorgeous Dave messaged me the other night.
“Found dirt cheap tickets to Rome in June , fancy coming for a weekend?” it went
My reply was within minutes
“ let’s go for it!”
The train is just motoring through the midlands,
I get into London at 1pm.
A walk through Bloomsbury and I’ll be at Dishoom well before 2.
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