Categories: just-life
Date: 14 February 2005 16:07:40
Ignoring the day that it is, I'm going to instead concentrate on the great weekend that I had!!!
On Friday night I went down the pub with a few mates and (despite Matty's suggestions that I shouldn't be allowed more than one pint) had a lot of fun!! I also had my first "Wiblog" experience where someone introduced themselves to me as their Wiblog and visa-versa!!! So a big hello goes to "The Last Burnt Sienna Crayon"
[if I ever work out how to put links, or basic editing like italics, into these posts that would have been a link to her site..... as it is you'll just have to find it yourself!!!]
But all in all that was very much a fun evening. I got to bump into some old friends (who just happened to come into the pub) and generally have a good time!!! So yay all round!!!
Now I am a bit of a social person, I like to see people through-out the day, so this being a very quiet weekend it had the possibility of not being that nice, but Ithink that Friday night had set me up to see the bright side of most things. I had a most enjoyable afternoon, with good news (though I was slightly sore that McCloud hadn't told me before hand so I had to wait till after to do my "Jig of Joy") and despite that work was as boring as I've ever known it, it was nice to get home and find that MrG, Kat and Matty were round. Always nice to have company at the end of the day!!
Sunday was a lazy day, whence I sat watched the rugby and pottered round the house, till later on I went and visited Doc and Duracell. Then when I got home ate pancakes..... cause they are nice!!!!
So after a great weekend I have arrived here, on this most stupid of days and it is twinged with saddness. While listening to Radio2 this lunchtime Vine mentioned someone who'd called in last summer and has since died.
On Monday afternoons they do a 'Health and Wellbeing' hour on Radio2 in which people call-in, sometimes it's an "open surgery" other times it's on a certain topic. Last summer they looked at 'losing a child' and the suffering thereof. They had one caller, a Vicki Moore, who as a fourteen year old girl was calling up for advice on how to help her mum as she, herself, was suffering from terminal bone cancer. I don't know why, but when they re-played the call this afternoon, I was struggling just not to cry. I can't remember if I did last time (I do remember hearing this call last summer), but there was just something about the way she seemed to have accepted that she was going to die and that she wanted to make the best of it.
Last October she took a turn for the worse and last November she passed away.