Barry's Hands

I bumped into Barry again today. His poor old body is wracked in pain but he always has a smile on his face and a cheerful word. He was enjoying the weather today. It truly felt like summer when the sun was out. Barry isn't looking forward to the winter because the cold plays hell with his arthritis ... but he says that there's no point in complaining. You've just got to make the best of things.

Once again, on a day when I've been fighting against what seemed like strong currents at work, and with my own body feeling a bit beaten up, Barry helped put things in their true perspective.

PS And in case you tune into this Sandra and Patrick, it was lovely to enjoy such an engaging conversation on the train tonight.