A Meeting of Dear Friends

A change of location this week for my support group. Instead of our normal, formal setting in Spalding, we all met at the home of one of our group leaders. We had all been determined the week before for the meeting to go ahead despite the extended Bank Holiday here in the UK.
Our discussions were far more relaxed than normal, seated on the most comfortable of leather sofas and though we would have disbanded after a couple of hours at 12pm, many of us stayed long after, myself until well after 2pm.
This was a special meeting. I think there was an understanding amongst all of us that there is now a strong bond of friendship that holds us together. There is also a bond of trust which has given the newer members of the group the confidence and strength to open-up and I feel I know them and can support them all the better for it.
I'm hoping that over the coming months, we can arrange some walks together and perhaps a visit to Hunstanton. I get the impression sometimes that the gap between our meets is too great so by arranging some social events, this should help.

The Jubilee celebrations are now over. Some would perhaps say 'thank goodness'. Others would be content for the celebrations to be without end. For me, I am somewhat relieved that a sense of reality has been restored. Yes, the events were in their way spectacular and I agree the anniversary had to be marked. But I would be quite happy never to see another boat ever again, and as for locally held celebrations, well they really were quite pitiful.

As I type this, the storm clouds are gathering overhead and the next few days are predicted to be very stormy and very wet. A thunderstorm has darkened the sky and the wind is now gusting.
The weather is a mirror of my health. My throat feels as if it has a razor in it and my joints ache constantly. It is only my determination to complete this post that has kept me from curling up on the sofa. If it doesn't clear by Friday I will visit my GP. A flash of lightning... 'sniff'. I'm heading for my sofa.