our last sentence was so sad Kaimoana. I do hope you get to see Gubbins soon. Has there been any follow up planned? They surely can't just leave things like that...can they?.
I'm going to have work backwards with all that's happened as I've been other wise engaged since last Tuesday. My friend of over 50 years has been bereaved but it's very complicated...she wasn't married to him...she and he were both married to other people ( she still is).
They had been 'friends' for over 17 years. Her step sister and I wished many times that she would be able to see the wood through the trees about him.
Her step sister was very voluable about her feelings about their relationship and made it quite clear that she thought she was wasting her life on someone who was never going to leave his wife ( I must admit I felt he had the best of both worlds!!!!).
But she has a very sheltered upbringing...married the first man who paid her any attention and had low self worth until she met C. He had quite a past shall we say and to a certain extent played on her vulnerability and nativity and now 17 years on she is bereft.
The funeral is close friends and family only ( she was planning to go with her husband....he has known about the affair for many years).
I have persuaded her to remember him as she saw him last and not see him at the chapel of rest after the ravages of cancer had taken the toll.
I've found the whole situation very painful to be honest. I've taken her out and about and cooked food and poured wine and gin a plenty and am hoping she will be ok.
Thank you for letting me offload. If it wasn't Ash Wednesday I'd be having a very large glass of wine.
Another scary event occured too...one one of our forays out to keep her mind off what's happened we weren't to one of those garden centres that sell everything....and I came away with a new make up mirror....it magnifies 10x and when I looked in it at the garden centre fully made up it was a sort of ok face that looked back.....
Cut to 18 hours later and I picked it up to do my make up and I proper screamed at what looked back at me... The dogs fled in fear in all directions and I nearly passed out as I realised it wasn't someone looking over my shoulder but me...
.not exactly warts and all but a fair few stray eyebrows and a couple of what I hoped were dog hairs on my chin but turned out to be attached....if I wasn't traumatised enough by events that nearly finished me off.
Today there is not a stray hair to be seen....mind you I look like I've been stabbed with a weeny pitchfork.
Good Morning Sunday 17th May 2026





