I woke up this morning feeling much better inside than I did yesterday. I have told you a bit about the people I consider to be my family. Well let me tell you they are my family, because they have all behaved as such. All the kind words, the thoughtfulness, the odd reassurance here and there, the feeling of love; these are exactly the things one sometimes needs. Thank you all.
I was born in Greenwich. When my friend was alive we often used to go to Greenwich, and it became a very special place to us. The three pictures show some of our favourite views of Greenwich Park; the rose garden (top), the Observatory (middle) and the Queen's House (bottom). I don't know how I managed to manoeuvre a very portly lady in a wheelchair up and down the hills, but we always did manage. We had a really lovely day every time we went there. I really want to keep the happy memories in my mind. I feel that she is somewhere nearby, and she was always a tower of strength to me.
My mood was not very nice yesterday. I did feel miserable. As it goes I spent all of yesterday evening with my brother up the pub. We talked a lot and laughed a lot. It is such a help that he understands the workings of my strange little mind, because it means I don't have to keep explaining things. He always manages to bring me out of it, and yesterday was no exception. Thanks brother. I hope that one day you will realise how you helped me.
I'm playing for another singalong at the pub tonight, so I'll practice a bit during the afternoon. I'm looking forward to it.
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