A weekend away. On the recommendation of my sister, I booked a couple of nights’ stay at Gladstone’s Library in Wales. I’d never heard of it, but it sounded interesting, even without my son being mad bonkers keen on libraries and antiquarian books. Continue reading The Second Happiest Place
I’ve talked about losing friends (or not) and making new ones. Another big theme for me, as is often the case on divorce, has been rekindling old friendships, reconnecting with long lost friends, and finding a deeper friendship with people who have always been around. Continue reading They Like Me, They Really Like Me
Been feeling odd lately. Sort of fizzy. Frilly round the edges, or is it frilly at heart? Peculiar sensation, long forgotten. Continue reading What Is This Unfamiliar Feeling? Could It Be Happiness?
I realised some time ago that one of my problems is the expectation that someone else will fix them.
Probably this explains a lot about my marriage. Even more about my attempts to recover from the end of that marriage. But other things, too. Continue reading Where Is My Knight In Shining Armour?
So I have kept a lot of old friends, and they are gold, yes. But more than that: the gains have been far greater than the losses, friend-wise. Continue reading Make New Friends, But Keep The Old; Those Are Silver, These Are Gold*
Waiting at the station and an elderly man saw me looking up at the announcement board. He came up to tell me when the train was due (which I could see perfectly well on the board). Nice old codger, I thought. Bit lonely.
I used to worry about my Things. I’d have said I didn’t, that it was only stuff, etc. But looking back there was a sense of comfort from having that stuff around me. Continue reading What To Take With You When You Move