Sunday Off

I seldom have Sundays off.

Ive forgotten the routine.

After their walk, the Welsh had a treat.

We drove to McDonalds and they had a cheesy flatbread each and I had a bowl of porridge . 

It’s all very rock n roll.

We walked around to see the work done on the village pond , and was encouraged to see green pond weed growing healthily in its centre

Spring is almost here. 

I saw village leader Helen and arranged for me to meet with her hubby Ian on Wednesday in order to start planning the village Flower Show. It’s the 50th one this year and we want it to be bigger and better so I will be channelling my inner Linda Snell in order to make it so. 

The village is warmed and cheerful in today’s sunshine . I saw Terry who gave me a lot of advice on dieting, so much so the Welsh dropped to the pavement and then Anne who kindly bought me a beach throw from Spain, after I had Facebook complimented her on one she had bartered for.

Mrs Trellis was out too ( sans bobble hat), 

She was marching up towards The Gop, but there was no one else to see or greet as we turned for home

 

A Dusk Meeting

Dusk yesterday.

I knew the Lady by the field gate.

Not well, but we know each other’s name and houses and are friends on Facebook 

She had been crying and was trying hard to hide it

I hadn’t noticed because Roger was pulling at his lead and only realised after she had brought it to my attention and was hurrying a little embarrassed. 

She said something about a family member before moving on and I presumed her tears were tears of grief

Sometimes I think I see too much grief

Too much at work, certainly.

In my counselling I see loss in its many forms.

Loss of roles, loss of employment, of home, of loved ones and of relationships.

Losses of youth, of hope, of abilities to cope in life.

In my personal counselling with my old Irish sage,

I have explored my own grief reactions 

And have realised all too well that it never really goes away

You just live with it more peaceably 

Grief, is love which has no where to go

I used to be like Snow White , but I drifted

 Musical Nostalgia is back in the cinema and Snow White ( looking rather like Audrey Tatou in Amelie) looks to be another hit for Disney. Rachel Zegler has a wonderfully pure voice for the role

A restful uneventful day here. I’m on one night shift ( a favour for a friend) then on two weeks holiday!!!!

Yayyyyyy

Stiffy

 I have been counselling clients for much of the day 

But went into my surgery to see the practice nurse about my feet first thing. 

She was happy about them but stated I would be going for “ a proper” check soon as well as a routine eye exam.

She’s a jolly-hockey sticks character who also brightly asked

“ Any Trouble with the old erections?”

“I might have trouble right now “ I replied honestly

Hey ho

Chappell Roan - Pink Pony Club

And let’s all take a big breath

lol

I love this 

Busy day, 

Roger is licking my feet

In front of the fire 

Trump This IS a Statesman !

 

I’m working a long day today , so will leave you this video at dawn before I go.

Integrity and gravitas

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