Day 142 - Cupcake

So grateful for a lovely breakfast with Ruth. Talking. Laughing. Eating cereal. When you put a bit of yoghurt on your cereal AND a bit of milk  (rather than loads of one or the other), then you have a kind of creamy soup that's delicious. We ate scrambled eggs and gluten-free bread as well. We talked a lot. Ruth gave me the most ornate toothbrush mug you've ever seen. Delightful, with its own 'collectible ceramic button'. I have collected the button. The mug is already in use. And a wonderful card, printed from one of her paintings, the fireplace and front room of a very pleasing Welsh cottage owned by her friend, Swifty. Ruth showed me some other wonderful art she'd done, and photos she'd taken of Martin's 70th on Saturday. Looks like it was a lovely time, with all Martin's family. Would have been lovely to see them all. The last time I saw half of them was a few years ago now. The boys were boys when I last saw them. Now they have wives. And children (or at least one of them does).


I'm grateful for all the lovely messages I've had today. Very grateful. And for the book about beards (thank you, Sandison. Now I have something to aim for - perhaps the dog-hair, tights and velcro beard I've spoken about for so many years will become a reality now that I have something to base it on. Will have to be a wire-haired pointer, said dog. Or a particularly stiff poodle). 

I had a cupcake. One of the really rich, delicious ones. At the blood donor centre! I've never seen such a thing. Normally, it's just mini-packets of digestives and custard creams and bags of crisps, but today, super-slick cup-cakes. Good timing, National Blood Service. I appreciated it. I'm always grateful for the staff. So easy and professional, and so patient. I'm always a little bit scared. I don't like to look at the needle, and I'm jumpy. But it's always fine - more than fine - and it never actually hurts. Just the idea of it does. MASSIVE METAPHOR FOR LIFE. The real thing's just an experience. 


Thank you for being able to afford Thai food on the way home, and for my purse, which did a massive runner while I was trying to pay for said food, but showed up again at home. I did pay them, of course, thinking that I'd dropped my purse somewhere (the tacky but much-loved sequined turtle). No. There it was.

Thinking of buying some of these  

And thank you, as always, for that calming, reality-upholding, sweet, cold water. Never once regretted.