My visit to my hairdresser has left me feeling great. It’s amazing what a good hair cut can do to a woman.
But every where is shut. No cafe or pub to meet friends at.
My garden is full of life. My jasmine is full of buds, daffodils are everywhere, forget-me-nots, primroses, salvia, are all blooming.
Today has been sunny, but the wind has been cold. I long for it to warm up.
I’ve found myself in an episode of Friends. The one where Phoebe’s smoke alarm goes off. I managed t stop mine for 24 hours and then it started again. It is now buried under cushions. I can still hear it bleeping. No well ripped fireman has arrived though.
My pain is considerably less since my neighbours moved. I am so grateful. I no longer hear it’s awful noise and can leave my house and be in the garden without screaming in pain. It is heavenly.
I’ve been made an editor for a publication on medium.com. But since the guy publishes everyone who submits, I’m feeling very redundant. It’s a strange set up.
Today is three years since my Dad died. Last year was the first time I felt able to grieve. I still miss him so much.