I don’t have that raw skinned feeling this week. Now I am dazed and weird, wondering how I’m going to get by.
I had a lovely weekend away in Wensleydale with my sister Kath. We stayed at the B and B we always stay at. It feels like home there, but with better cooking.
We went for long, long walks mostly under cloudier skies than these:
and had lots of great food, including a meal at our brother Jonty’s house.
It was relaxing and stabilising. I love weekends away with Kath.
Now I’m into timing my “speech” for the funeral on Thursday.
I’m hoping to get back into the screenplay next week. In the meantime I’m pressing my sunset patchwork quilt, of which this is just a section,
and measuring it up for backing and lining. No, I haven’t been working on it all these months. I work on it when it’s impossible to settle to writing, and when I can’t face going out.
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