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Date: 29 April 2004 08:22:07
*** *** I have got a piano *** ***
I realise, on reminder from a critic, that I have been very remiss in lacking to inform you about the final bomb.
Yes, I no longer feel obliged to fill my bath with strange debris as I have finally used the last of my winnings from the church Christmas Fair. The last bath bomb was exploded a couple of days ago.
This one was the proverbial rose petal one, the one I had been expecting all along. By now I was becoming accustomed to strange things in the water and rose petals did seem to be one step up from seaweed... unpleasant, but not unbearable. I relaxed and pondered the madness of individuals paying about £2 a time for these concoctions. (Yes, I had a nosey at the Lush website). I then leapt to my feet in horror as a huge spider settled on my shoulder! Bleugh! Its legs gripped and it was hard to remove. I didn't know whether to be relieved or not when I discovered it was a brown and soggy rosehead clinging to my skin. Needless to say, it flew across the room.
Yesterday was somewhat dominated by a certain new acquisition. I think the piano was played more yesterday than it has been in years. It's amazing how patronising a child sounds, saying exactly the same things as you said to him about his keyboard practice - "That sounded very nice, Mum. The middle bit wasn't quite right, was it, but the rest was very good. Well done." Hmmmm.....
My one excursion into the outside piano-less world was to visit my counsellor. It was supposed to be the second-to-last visit, but we both decided that it was really the last. I have made several momentous decisions, and we were mutually complimentary as I thanked her for helping me make them. One of the hardest things about being single in charge of a family is that you have nobody to share in the decision making. Debbie didn't share in making those decisions, she just reflected back what I was thinking, so I shared it with myself.. but she was invaluable in that. I shall miss her. We agreed that we would meet up for the final session at some point in the future. An unfixed point. Sometime, never... maybe for counselling, hopefully just for cream cakes and a natter.
Things she's taught me: never say never, to begin to tell the difference between sharing a load and shouldering another's burden, that it's OK and right to be good to myself and that God loves to see me smile, that although there's a lot in life that can't be changed there are choices to make along the way. And that I do have that emergency ration box of God-given strength which will help me through the tougher times.
Meanwhile, I'd better get packing... London awaits. And the weather is just right for a trip to London too - rain, rain and more rain. Now, my waiting bath looks rather empty - I'll just nip out and raid the organics bin for some old apple cores and banana skins to float in there.