Kind people. A bit like London Buses. You wait for ages then 2 come along at the same time. So there I am in my flat, on my own. Anyone who knows me also knows that I HATE being on my own. I mean...........what is the point? You have no-one to talk to, to moan at, to laugh with. No-one to see what you are doing. No-one to enjoy a CD with, or watch TV with. Existence is pretty pointless on your own..........thank goodness that for me it is only a temporary state, or I might be persuaded to buy a cat to talk to. As I was saying, there I was, on my own and my lovely son pops round, all sweaty from Kick-Boxing and didn't just stay a few minutes, but a very agreeable 45. Of course, while he is there, my equally lovely sister phoned for a chat and I had to say 'not now'.....which I hate doing to any kind people. (Last week I had 3 kind people contact me which resulted in 2 dinner dates and one, sadly, had to be refused until another time). Later I phoned my sister and had a heartfelt and heartwarming talk. She is the epitome of kindness, and after years of being my sister, seems to know just the right moment to inject a dose of reality, love, humour and common-sense. How sad to hear the news about her sweet cat Arietty, who has died after, it appears, ingesting some poison, despite the best efforts of the vet. It makes me wonder whether people who routinely poison cats and many other animals (as in Greece, for example) should be made to watch the suffering they cause. Maybe it would make a difference.
I am still home alone, but it feels different now. I have been reminded of the people who care about me, that they DO think about me and like to keep in touch. Makes me think about some of the alone people I know.......I think I will share some of this good feeling among them too.
Great stuff. Goodnight
