EB : Yellow

The day had a bit of sunshine in it, while I was sitting in MacDonalds with a client. Then it suddenly turned into evening, at about 1pm.

My client, who lives in a small town nearby, was thrilled to hear that there was a new Caribbean shop in Stroud, so after we’d finished our capuccinos, we walked up to take a look around. I bought plantain chips, and she said she’d come back with a friend another day to buy some frozen goat….then we dived down an alley, came out on the High Street, and crossed over to the health food shop on Church Street, where she was amazed to see Dandelion coffee and other such things. She got some herbal tea and I bought a gf quiche, then I walked her back to the bus stop and then went on to the other surgery to drop off a sleeping bag for someone else. The Client said she had not walked around Stroud for at least twenty years (it’s very hilly) and had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

I caught the bus home and carried on working. Poetry class began again tonight: great to see old and new faces again. A new person gave me a lift home, which was a kind act on a cold evening.

In a twist of irony, a patient was referred to us today who had exactly the same name as the client of mine who has died so recently. It seems I’m going to have to keep seeing his name, as well as catching sight of lookalikes everywhere. It’s normal, I know, but the first death of a client that I’d got to know a little, in person, was always going to hit me hard.