Maybe this is the title of the latest Jilly Cooper novel - I don't think she's tackled cancer bereavement - has she? Doesn't she do horsy thigh-slapping and riding crop waving? How would she write about the Widows' Club?
I'm finding some of my worthy fellow bereavement group members just a tad irritating at the moment. One lady just has to dive in there and disagree with everything I might have to…
What does anyone think: can we contact people who are "on the other side"?
Is it worth trying to see if someone you have lost through cancer has any messages or guidance for you that they would like to give you - or at the very least that you can say hello and know you are heard?
I have been thinking about this more and more.
Sometimes I think I can feel Mum around me - that she has definitely not gone away…
Walked around the Chelsea Physic Garden, about fifteen minutes from Sloane Square today. They had a Snowdrop Trail you were supposed to follow, but halfway through I just did it randomly rather than viewing each lot of snowdrops in numbered order like you were supposed to.
It was wonderful, Mum would have loved it. We visited a couple of times but not for any one kind of plant or flower. Today's event specialised in…
On Monday I wrote a comedy sketch based on my experiences of the cancer bereavement group and performed it on Tuesday night with other people in front of an small but select audience, one of whom was an established stand-up comedian. He liked it but said it was really two central comedic ideas and most comedy sketches need to concentrate on one. So there you go: two for the price of one!
I used my experiences of talking…
Well today was weird. Got an application for a job rejected and also told that my place of voluntary work (the local museum, rather abruptly) didn't need me any more for a while as it is quiet. Also told me I was only being used as a casual volunteer rather than on the regular team even though I'd told them I would really like to be. Felt a bit off as my family had been on at me to get a job since my Mum's death…
