Quite lovely

She brought the house down ! Bloody marvellous 

My personal counsellor asked me if I wanted feedback today on my “progress”

Of course I said yes

“You are lighter and brighter and I’m so glad” she shared, her eyes twinkling in the firelight of her apartment

I loved the way she described her counselling style

“ I will walk beside you on your journey” she said

I have four more sessions with her, and then she retires

I’m her very last client after fifty one years in harness

Neighbour Totoro

Weigh ins are on a Monday morning.

Like an old boxer before a fight I stand on the kitchen scales in my under crackers

And pray I’m the desired weight.

This week I’ve lost 6.2 lbs 

There’s a lot to be said for a diabetic diet.

I have a busy week before going to see Nu next Monday

I’ve been distant with her which has been related to me not feeling well, a complicated reaction to a physical malaise. 

I’ve felt ashamed at my weight gain, my lethargy and my need to hide away and

She has been patient with me, just waiting for me to return or not, without drama or guile

So I’m returning to London next Monday to see her and to take her to the theatre.

In between now and seeing her, I’m busy. Today after taking Trendy Carol’s Hubby for a hospital appointment, I’m going to my counselling centre to complete the miles of paperwork demanded of us “ counsellors”. Tomorrow I’m in University then I’m having my personal counselling later afternoon. My 80 year old counsellor has been ill since Christmas, only bouncing back to work this week.

I’ve missed her Irish brogue and quiet wit, and now have the energy to climb the steep stairs to her cold apartment where we sit infront of the fire and talk.

Wednesday I’m working a full day shift at the hospice and Thursday I’m seeing clients in MIND.

Friday I’m on a one off night shift, a favour to a colleague

Monday we are going to see the return of My Neighbour Totoro which wowed the west end over two years ago now, it will be lovely if we enjoy it. But theatre doesn’t matter much really, it’s Nu , who I’m going to see

Says It All

 

Lol

 The last time I was embarrassed I was picking up antibiotics from the vet.

The handsome, virile Spanish vet was sat behind the counter with his feet on a desk.

He was rolling medicine containers with a lazy hand

He looked magnificent!

“ I’ve come for some tablets” I squeaked

“Mr Gray!” He smiled and bellowed out in a rich baritone 

“It’s nice to be remembered” I simpered

“ Your name is on the bottle” he lisped

St David’s Day

 Let’s change the subject. It’s St David’s day and the daffodils in the garden and on the field wall have barely shown their faces as yet. 

Which is odd.

 I got up at 6 pm and walked the dogs. It was dusk and chilly but the sky was cheerful enough given the pink hues in the West.

A fox darted across the field, unseen by the Welsh who sniffed and wee’d and sniffed again and before we knew it, we were heading home, Mary cold without her woollen coat

The day has shot past, as they do nowadays 

And by 6.30 I was driving to work in the company of Lisa Tarbuck

Bully

 

Trump’s bad behaviour is escalating and I am truly worried.

Like a child with no boundaries his rudeness and impulsive behaviour gets worse and it’s a case of the Emperor’s New Clothes with sycophant Vance in tow.

His behaviour with Volodymyr Zelenskyy was nothing less than disgusting

 

Keir Starmer patronised the President with a letter from King Charles,So just looked weak though Trump did concede that the Prime Minister was a tough negotiator

I seldom talk about politics but Trump is an angry child in charge of a country

Stood Up

 

I drove to Colwyn Bay in bright sunshine. It was glorious. I was due to meet my friend Polly for lunch. The only problem lay in the fact she was in France. I’d written Feb 28th. She’d written March 28th

I sat at a table overlooking sea and had lunch on my own.

It was mindful

I turned off my phone and enjoyed the service, the food and the view

And I was mindful, that my thoughts slowed down and I relaxed

We don’t have time for ourselves in this strange mad little world

Supervision is teaching me the strengths of mindfullness

New People In The Village and other stories

 Old Trefor’s bungalow has sold! 

So there will be more newbie’s in Trelawnyd soon.

With the Church, there are now six buildings in this part of the village

It’s a tiny village within a village all told. 

I wonder who my new neighbours will be. 

Trefor’s house is a 1960s bungalow which wouldn’t look out of place in Stingray or Thunderbirds

It hasn’t been modernised for 60 years so I’m intrigued how it will be changed and if the occupants can cope with the cacophony of  yapping dogs next door. 

We shall see. https://tours.peterlarge.com/tour/1g501g14a36

I’ve been counselling all day and said my goodbyes to two of my favourite clients today. 

Yes, therapists can have favourites per se…even if objectivity is desired at all times.

We are human, we will do.

I think the therapeutic relationship is a special one. Often clients share things with a therapist that they have never shared with another human being. 

That’s a special and moving bond that tie

It’s a privilege. 

I got home just as it was getting dark. The sold sign still clear on the telephone pole next to Trevor’s house.

Everything Changes, I thought to myself 

Ps there‘s a mouse in the kitchen, I’ve found droppings in my baking cupboard

Dirty buggers