Day 697: Thank You

Thank you. It's that simple. Thank you. 

Thank you for these two beautiful dogs, who test me and teach me every day, and who fill my heart with love and soften my fingertips and face with their furbodies. 

Thank you for the fine men in my life, of whom I'm particularly conscious. Thank you, Adam, for swinging by and being all manly at me, helping me move my bed, smiling and laughing and eating vegetables and being a handsome ball of lovely... and then, in a flash, going on your way. 

Thanks, Fin, for showing up at my house today with lovely Aaron - two twenty-something ninjas making light of life big ideas and lots of action. Thanks, Domingo, for calling me from Ecuador on a whim, and lighting up my evening with wisdom, love, laughter and the best accent EVER! I feel inspired and excited. And new friend Neil... great chats, let's make it real. 

Thanks for friends across the world, both near and far. Domingo called from Ecuador, and Fin is a friend from Peru. In the last few months I've had delicious chats with Laura in Madrid, Dutch Sophie in Lima, two Swiss Mirjams, both in Zurich, Sandra in Buenos Aires, British Beec in Melbourne, Clubba who lives in the US, Jochen (NZ/Denmark), Copenhagen Steen... and many more. I love you all and I am grateful for you. 

Inbetweenies Ralph and Mo' Unisa of Germany, Russia and Hebden Bridge... And of course lovely Kate from just next door to my last place, and Rebecca, Lindsey, Bo, various Karens, neighbours in my new place who have introduced themselves just like that, Margot, so patient, and family, who I love and appreciate more with every second.

Having experienced just ten days this time of homelessness, I give such thanks for my home, for this place of safety for me and my furgirls. And for my bed, which is, I think the phrase is 'fucking lovely'. Premier Inn standard, king sized, solid. 

The simple things: love and friendship, shelter, means for food and water. I have these and I'm fucking lucky for it. Now to share.