Jaded but Smiling.

Once again my Sunday morning is glorious in its opera and its literature. Idomeneo and Bitter Lemons of Cyprus. 

You find me today jaded but smiling. I travelled home from Kent on Thursday. A journey without incident although the Folkestone train was unusually packed.

Friday I spoke to my new manager. We have a plan to return. I will do a site visit on 4th then, assuming occupational health agree I will begin a phased return on 15th. I do want to go back but the prospect is not without fear and trepidation. 

That evening we all went to a wedding party. This held many fears for me, I'm not good at parties these days. But in the end it was great fun.

Tomorrow is a public holiday. I'm having lunch with someone I know who has just returned from the USA. Last time we met she was not in a good space. I hope the time away has been as healing to her as mine has to me.

Next Saturday I turn 56. Dad is coming up and Miriam and Nigel are coming down. Lunch at The Waggoners is booked. Hopefully see some friends in the evening. 

Thoughts have turned to lunch. Roast belly pork served with roast potatoes and fennel, some vegetables, gravy and I suspect a glass of Chianti. My friend Zoe is joining me for lunch. 

Enjoy the long weekend. 

I Heard a Voice.