Well it was bound to happen. I keep thinking why did I ever leave lovely Winchester and all my mates? I had a visit from dear E and S on Friday, so perhaps that was the start, as it was so good to see them and talk and talk. Also the my Brighton family are still away on the Island. I have spent a lot of time on my own and I am just Not Used To It. I wish I still had a job, but who wants to employ an eighty year old with dodgy feet and ankles? And that`s another worry. Do I want to have a big eightieth birthday party? Can`t make up my mind. One minute I want to push the boat out and hire the Barn on the Village Green and have a band, or the lovely Art gallery opposite,or a more sober celebtration in the Quaker Meeting House, but the thought of making a dozen or so quiches and puddings is daunting.
This morning I went to the house of one of the artists whom I sat for a few weeks ago and played my cello in a little baroque group. I did enjoy it and they have asked me to go again, but I felt I made a horrible scratchy noise maybe due to my dodgy arthritic thumbs. I am resolved to practise more.
And I think I will try to go on some interesting free bus trips to cheer myself up.