Some photos taken at the National Memorial Arboretum, Staffordshire, on Saturday – a poignant but lovely day that left me with a lot to think about.

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Things it’s good to see, parts 1 to 3:

1. My old copies of Vogue being used and appreciated by fashion students at my local FE college (see photograph below).

2. Almost half a shelf cleared as I decided to donate another pile of books to the local charity bookshop, raising for funds for a hospice that’s cared for two people I know.

3. My orange cardigan hanging on my wardrobe, with shiny black buttons looking like the sweets on a gingerbread. I’ve had the cardigan about two years but never liked the buttons. Today I finally swapped them and so delighted with the results that I’ve left it out. Looking forward to opening my eyes to see it in the morning too.

I’ve come home today not feeling well and having decided to take the rest of the week off work; a few days’ rest with just a few commitments thrown in will do me no end of good. I have already realised, though, that I think I’ve left my diary in Surrey. This thought is making me nervous. I’m not sure why as I know what I have to do until I go back next week. I don’t actually need it. Even so, the idea of being 120 miles away from it for a whole week is terrifying. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I need to overcome this fear and hence loosen my slightly neurotic attachment to my diary. Or maybe it is in my car boot after all.

Signs of getting older relating to a night out:

Further to previous posts about the signs of ageing, tonight I’ve observed the following about getting older while out for an old schoolfriend’s engagement drinks:

1. It becomes increasing likely that more than one person in the group won’t be drinking because they’re breast feeding.

2. You are all amazed at how busy pubs get.

3. Booty calls become “How are the kids?” calls.

4. You’re really glad you wore flat shoes.

5. You no longer even humour the strange blokes that magically appear amongst you when you’re dancing.

6. You think they’ve made a mistake and played the same song twice in quick succession until you realise that you’re so out of touch with current music that you just think all the songs sound same.

7. You spend the journey home not discussing the evening’s exploits but reminiscing about nights out you had a decade ago.

Sometimes when we decide we want something, when we realise that actually this thing is really important to us and we become more open to welcoming it into our lives, we discover that it has been with us all along – there in all its abundance, simply unnoticed until we opened our eyes and our souls to see.