Oh dear. Things seem to be awry at the moment – not here, but amongst friends. A good friend, whom I’ve been on holiday with several times, is very ill with duodenal cancer – she’s had some time in remission, but this period ended before Christmas – Andy isn’t at all well, two other dear and elderly friends are in abruptly failing health and the grandson of another friend, a little boy of seven, is in hospital with pneumonia and pleurisy as a complication of a chest infection. And one of the hairdressers at the salon I go to has just had to have her 8-month-old puppy put down as the result of an accident: he was hit by a car. And an old blog friend has said that his marriage has ended, sadly but inevitably.
We’re fine, though I had a frustrated afternoon searching for an important piece of paper that I’d put in a safe place. I know, fatal. I have got it now though, finally. I’ve got to use it now to do some writing, so I mustn’t be long here. Admin problems are put into perspective by far more serious and distressing things happening around us.
To end on a more cheerful note, my hairdresser is expecting her first baby in June and is very happy about it. She’s only planning to take eight weeks off, but it’s her own salon and the self-employed can’t let go the reins for long.