Friday

Plan was to walk Hetty across the fields to meet Carol at the Rowdy Cow. I decided it would be too muddy so I walked Hetty earlier and could therefore dress more appropriately for seeing Carol.

Loads of stories to share. It seems so much happened, for both of us, over Christmas.

Clive and I gave Hetty another walk in the afternoon and then we walked into town for Friday night drinks.

Mark had his stroke just over 10 years ago. I think, seeing him, in hospital, in what looked like a giant baby car seat, was one of the most shocking and upsetting times of my life. I can still get upset about it today.

I never thought he'd be independent or mobile again but he's remarkable. Partially paralysed and has limited speech and he's bloody hard work but his personality attracts people willing to support him.

Here's Matt, walking him home last night. Matt moved from London just after the pandemic. He met Mark through us and now he's part of the support network we've all managed to create around him. 

We had a fabulous evening out. About 10 of us and we also met two of my brothers and Lianne, my sister in law. 

I am fortunate.