Today, I’ve written an email that mattered, had a long chat on the phone with a friend – there was information to tell about a friend who’s just been diagnosed with cancer, as well as general conversation. She’s just taken on her late mother-in-law’s cat and is doubtful whether she can keep her – a dear little cat and she’s very fond of her, but she and her husband are away a lot and both their children’s partners are allergic to cats, so it’s not that easy. I sympathised – I don’t want to give away my tabby barn cat, so I can understand. If she does want to rehome Jenny, I asked her to send me a photo so I can see if my friend’s sister might consider her instead of the tabby. The other email I’ve written was to accept an invitation to a friend’s birthday party next month. How jolly.
The other fabulously jolly thing was opening today’s post, which was a present from Mike and Ann, that they’d brought back from Sweden and forgotten to give me when I was with them. It’s (I think, I haven’t yet opened it) salty liquorice and – this is FANTASTIC – salty liquorice chocolate. I ate several pieces as part of breakfast and, I’m afraid, I’ve eaten some since. I should be saving it, eking it out, but I can’t. That is, I’ve only eaten about a quarter of it – no, I won’t eat any more tonight. I’ll try not to, anyway.