Rome

 

With Boris on the firing line today at Partygate, I’m amazed to hear that it’s three years since the first lockdown . Three years!!

I’m almost overwhelmed by the thought.

I’m looking at the art wall in the kitchen…..at the start of Lockdown there was only a couple of paintings there…..

The dogs and I had a serious chat this morning, 

Over in the Churchyard, in the weak sun of the morning.

Well I did most of the talking to be fair and Mary and Dorothy hung on every word as they have a want to do.

Roger spied an early bee flying in disorientated circles near the flowers on Auntie Gladys’ grave and smiled to himself .

He never listens  to anything more serious .

Albert limped over and head butted Roger who almost toppled over in shock

I left the boys to it.

I feel more energised than I have in a while. 

I feel more in control and more hopeful with things

I think I’ve been a little depressed over lockdown and a smidgen beyond it

And I told the girls so this morning.

I’m sure they nodded carefully

I have them a big smile and told them that

I’ve just booked a trip to Rome 

It’s in September and I’m going alone.

If a friend wants to join me ….then great.

If not, that’s cool too

Im going to Rome, and I will be able to fit in my best Walking Dead T shirt ….the Large one….

Not the extra large one when I do so.

I fly from London and hopefully see friends there before I go.

What do you think? I asked the gang

Dorothy blew a kiss and Mary pushed forward to be first

Roger was now watching crows in Well Street trees and hadn’t a clue

Io Vado a Roma…Bella