Flower, Tart And Knife Licking.

Came in this evening to find this flower had been posted through the letterbox.
My brilliant powers of deduction suspected J as the culprit.
Turns out that he came round earlier with it.
Apologies to my neighbour whose garden it may have come from.
But what a lovely, lovely thing to do.


Shared a tasty cheesy vegetable tart and some rather zingy garden salad with lovely H and P this evening.
The verbal banter was a plenty.
And H entertained us with her knife licking skills.
A very good time was had by all.

Distracted.

Hmmm.
Not much to say tonight.
Had a lovely evening with some friends I used to work with and their partners.
Included a lot of star gazing.
My thoughts were never far from Emily, who's in hospital fighting for each breath after suffering a collapsed lung, along with other complications.
This woman surely deserves a break.
Will be keeping everything crossed she'll begin to regain some strength and get her long awaited transplant.
Please send any pink and sparkly thoughts her way.
They'd be much appreciated.

River Festivities, Weddings And Nikki.

Is it just me who cannot quite believe Nikki is the most recent housemate to have been evicted from Big Brother?
Her episodes were the only reason I watched it.
Still, I can go back to having a life now.



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Yesterday J and I were guest at our very first Lesbian Wedding.
I can honestly say it was the most fantastic occasion i've ever been to.
J could be seen strutting his stuff on the dance floor most of the evening.
It was slightly disappointing to realise it felt embarassing when I tried to join him.

I'm going to watch the ballet in London this evening.
In what can only be described as a rather pompous tone brother C exclaims.
It is with pure delight that I later hear that it wasn't actually a ballet, but a dance show.

Oh how the mighty fall.

Milestones.

Two, what i'd consider to be major milestones have been reached by J over the last few days.
The first of which was attending the funeral of a lovely man, VM, who co-owned with his wife the first school and nursery J attended.
It was a very sad day for all concerned.

The second was going to his first concert: Kate Rusby.
Absolutely marvellous.
Especially so as we were seated right at the front.
Which seems to make all the difference when you're 11.
And it's not too bad when you're 31 either.