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Two Funerals and a Birthday

 It’s been a funny old week. Flora was taken to the hospital on Tuesday by her personal physician, Dr A Hunt. She had a bit of a peculiar moment last week, what I can only describe as some kind of ‘paralytic absence’ so Andy decided a check up and blood tests were in order. Check up and tests all came back normal, but Flora was not impressed by her day’s internment, although she did manage to force down half a tin of tuna on her return home. We shall just have to keep an eye on her; it may well not happen again - who knows? 

Two funerals, too - one in Derbyshire, one via live link to a service in Kent. Neither death related to Covid, before you ask. The live link one was both a lovely thing and an odd thing. It was lovely because it meant we could share in the experience, Kent being out of bounds for travel at this moment in time, yet at the same time it felt oddly voyeuristic. I don’t know. My jury is out on live link funeral services. 

However, via the live link of Zoom, Andy and I had a lovely evening yesterday celebrating Heather’s birthday with a Sherlock Holmes Escape Room party! I find it hard to think of my youngest child being 33 years old, so I try not to think about it all. She had a lovely day and we had a ‘distanced’ birthday party whilst playing the Escape Room game. And because of the combined brain power of Heather, Ollie, Andy and me (including an inspired solving of the Braised Lamb clue by Andy!) escape we did in 1 hour, 6 minutes and 57 seconds. I don’t know if that is good or pathetic in the grand scheme of Escape Room adventures, but we thought we were amazing! 

Sorted out my Mum’s birthday present, thank goodness, after the usual ‘What do you buy an 81 year old who says ‘Oh, don’t waste your money on me’ malarkey. In the space of 4 weeks it is Heather’s birthday, Mum’s birthday, my friend Jean’s birthday, Chris’s birthday, Kayleigh’s birthday AND Mother’s Day. I have to keep on my organisational toes between 17th February and 15th March, even more so these days when you don’t know how the postal service is going to be. It feels a bit of a marathon but it usually works out okay. And then I have a breather before Elizabeth’s birthday at the end of April.

I’ve started my counselling skills course. Worked through Unit 1 this morning, so now my head is filled with counselling speak. I shall remedy this by watching some mindless tat on TV later. It’s all good stuff, though and will help enormously with both my imminent Healer training and my current work at the Care Farm. We’ve just started seed planting at the Care Farm  - broad beans, tomatoes, chillis and aubergines, which reminds me that I should start sowing here, too. New life, new hope. Everything carries on regardless. The first daffodils are bursting their buds in the border at the front of the cottage. I’ve spotted some bluebells pushing their noses up to the sky.

Thinking about it, this week has all been a bit ‘Circle of Life’ orientated. Life and Death, anniversaries, the perpetual markers in Mother Nature’s calendar. The beat, the rhythm of Life just won’t stop...

And hurrah for that! 


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