Go with the flow.

This is going to be a long one.
Grace is fine now. No trace of malignancy was found, so it was a just a long and messy  process of woundhealing and recovery to her usual exuberant, boisterous self.

That out of the way, the other heavy issue has been L. who almost moved to the other end of the country in order to play in a professional football club. It is what he desperately wanted, so we all tried to convince ourselves that it was for his well being. For various reasons, it didn’t work out and we all found ourselves hugely relieved but concerned as to how disappointed he would be.
During his very long train journey home, he must have done a great deal of thinking, for as we met him in the evening, for pizza, he was full of joy and enthusiasm for not going anywhere and his lucky escape.
He realised that it would have created havoc with his school year and wasn’t worth the sacrifice. The most important outcome was his decision that during the next season, he would either make it, directly into a top club, or drop the whole thing and concentrate on school, which he happens to be very good at.
So it will be Footballer or Neurologyst. He is very aware of the need for a contingency plan, but you would expect it to be the other way round, such as football if I don’t succeed at medical school.
Oh to be sixteen and “I can see no obstacles in my way”.

Having visited a dear friend who has been strangely quiet recently, I discoverd by chatting with her son, that there is no limit to human depravity.
A good looking young man, with a down to earth, honest  rural background, a great sense of humour, who is, or was, happy with his lot, even thought he was forced by circumstances into agricultural work, which was totally disconnected from his line of studies.
He married a pretty psychologyst with a very wide bum and beautiful blue eyes, with whom he had two bright and beautiful children. Fast forward ten years and he discovers that she has been having a parallel thing going on with a good friend who was best man at their wedding. When caught out and confronted, she used all her shrinky skills, in the vilest possible way to damage him and give him check-mate, effectively pushing him into a corner, unable to make a move. Depravity and cruelty.
I find this all so exhausting.

At least I’ve been swimming regulary. I actually managed a thousand meters last night, which is the most I’ve done so far and not bad, considering that I’m not a good swimmer.

Regarding the blip, I have come to terms with my face, at last. Acceptance, impermanence and WTF.

PS I hope all you lovely blip people are as well as asap.