So this is the first post that hasn’t been written on the
day, but in this case the day after. I
didn’t think of anything first thing in the morning, then I travelled to home leaving
Norwich quite early and found myself embroiled in DN2’s difficult situation
that has arisen. It seemed more
important to discuss her issues than to gaze into my own metaphorical
navel. After a decent chat we travelled
the arduous 62 steps from my front door to the pub (it’s 83 back I find) where
a gathering of nice and decent people was clustered round the bar. We arrived just as the round was being
bought, and thus supported by a life sustaining glass of red I chatted to these
dear and lovely people, and laughed and relaxed.
83 steps back and DN2 and I prepared our supper, and
continued to chatter, enjoying the rare treat of a midweek catch up. I didn’t turn the laptop on all night. I have a selection of happy thoughts to
choose. Which would you nominate?
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