Post 502: Love food, love Slimming World.
It’s an amazing job my Darling has done, using the Slimming World club to lose 2½ stone or more lately, and the gift of an apron is an added bonus she’s got from a raffle win.
My Darling has one day a week, a Friday, to enjoy a morning with the girls.
Firstly at the Slimming World club meeting, then off to enjoy a meal at the local café for a week’s treat.
And while my gurgling stomach slightly worries me, with daily noises like a leaky water-pump, I have come to feel a bit nervous about the true extent of the situation stirring in my gut.
A day out and about
After spending most of the day resting up in bed, I sorted myself out and got to work for the two hours I needed to be away from home, helping out in the office down the road.
The problem was that after getting home, we went to the pub called the Hare and Hounds for a meet-up and dinner with our great friends, and a newly 80-year-old friend at that, for a chat and meal.
They beat us to the ancient pub opposite the church and found seats around a big, solid table newly added to the refurbished interior after a fire had gutted the place.
The advantage to the refurb was the bright and shiny loos, which were a treat.
In fact, with the stomach problems I had encountered last week, and forgotten about, I was not at all bothered what they looked like until a moment of shame was brought upon me, and the waddle to the well-hidden loos became my hurried destination.
I don’t have to explain what happened next, but it ended tonight suddenly and left my Darling tidying up and trying to calm me from the total lack of pride I had lost in a vain attempt to save something already spilled.
If you know what I mean.
The drive home and later shower were just enough to save my blushes, but my Darling made me feel human as my life lay in tatters.
Catching up with an old pal
I made myself comfortable in bed afterwards and received a text of a dozen from a pal who is going through a nightmare at work, as a takeover has now left the whole toolroom, his place of work, to the winds.
The whole place is being packed up to go north, from London to Manchester, and all that that requires of him.
More running around is on the cards, and more questions about whether the remuneration is worth the bother.
But it did, for a long while, allow us to catch up and make us friends again, with only one thing on our minds.
And that was to commiserate with each other and help each other through dark times.
He was very aware of my cancer and me of his nightmare work move and changes that are so big for him to bear.
Sometimes it’s good to have someone who understands that life can throw a whole load of rubbish at you at the same time.
You don’t necessarily need answers.
Sometimes you just need to have a bloody good moan together.
Friends again
We ended happy to have had a long catch-up together and to rekindle the friendship we certainly have.
It’s surprising how a day might end, and today’s ended happily after a stuttering finish from the pub meal.
A day that started with me resting up in bed, then two hours at work, followed by dinner with friends and an unexpected visit to the shiny new loos.
You couldn’t make it up.
But there we are.
Another day done.
Another little adventure survived.
And another reminder that having good friends around you can make even the darkest days a little easier.
Sleep well.
Take care.
