L’il Miss is being dropped off the next three mornings at 7:30am as he mum then sets off to work. Gives me chance to gather myself and just before noon we will stroll over to theirs, see the Boy Wonder and I’ll fix their lunch. Stay there till my son in law gets in, he gets home an hour before his teacher wife because in construction he starts work at 6am. He has a heavy manual job.
I’ve had mostly a good day with my friend who is a golfer. We had coffee then went to the outlet at Salford Quays where is bought a lovely dress from a shop called Roman. I love it and it cost £100 less than the dress I treated myself to from Hobbs which is gorgeous linen but classy and I’ve not worn it yet. 🤷♀️
You can take the girl out of Old Trafford etc … 😁
My friend was telling me that who should join them all on their local Parkrun on Saturday but Dame Kelly Holmes - a delightful woman by all accounts who was happy to pose with the park runners for individual photographs! My friend showed me hers - both grinning like Cheshire cats and KH has her arm around my friend’s shoulders. A super memory for my sporty friend! I feel a rich couch potato by comparison … golf, running oh well they say opposites attract which is why we must be friends! She’s 6 months older than me, widowed too and loves books. That’s our connection. I did know her husband. Lovely man. Oesophageal cancer, died at 70y. Fuck cancer.
Came home, ate my tea and a song on the radio (James Taylor ‘You’ve Got acFriend’ set me off just now, good style. I’ve howled. Rocked back and forth holding a cushion like some deranged woman. I’ve got a headache now, puffy eyes and the reality of my loss has just unravelled me. Again.