What to say about this week? Peaks and troughs. A slow and short working week. Intense therapy, a trip to London, a no show and my dad visiting this weekend.
Had I written yesterday it could well have been an angry post. Yet on this sunny Sunday afternoon Beethoven plays, belly pork roasts and I feel a lot better.
Dad and I are going away tomorrow. He will play bowls and I will read. I'm taking two books one of which I some way through and another to start when it is complete.
Not sure what of all of that I can expand on but I will reference London. King's events do bring me a lot of anxiety. I have spoken many times on here how mixed and in many ways damaging that was. 43 years on from leaving I still talk of it in therapy and in life.
What made it most interesting was seeing a woman who I was once close to for the first time in 20 years. We were 9 when we met and all these years later she still has the smile of a little girl. She approached me to talk and it was lovely.
Back to this weekend I must get on with preparing vegetables and drying up. Must open the wine too. Dad made it to the local church down the road. I listened to music and have been reading. The sun is shining and the day feels good.
I Heard a Voice.
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