17 years. Can barely believe it. The diffidence with which I started, with a slightly pretentious post that reported on a book I was reading. I didn’t know what to blog about, so thought I might note books, music etc. That lasted a day. I was briefly paranoid about anonymity, but I relaxed.
It’s been a bit fraught for the last day or two and it’s going to be a busy weekend. Immensely grateful to Wince, my gardener, who is luckily also a good friend and a kind person. A tricky day would have had to waited until Monday and been even trickier, if he hadn’t given up a lot of his time.
I’ve officially joined a committee and know I’m a fool, but I’ll try to make it fun.
I’m going to a painting, or maybe a drawing class tomorrow with Rose. I have no idea how to express myself artistically, I express myself in words. But it’ll be interesting, whether I participate or faff around at the edge of things. I may enjoy it, I may well learn something.
In the evening, Wink and I have been invited out for dinner. Genuinely can’t remember the last time. I’ve invited a friend round for lunch on Sunday – of course, Wink will join us. My friend’s partner can’t come as he’d doing something sporty with his son, so it’ll just be the three of us. I’m going to have to whizz out tomorrow first thing to buy food, as I won’t have time after that.