Not only did I go and see something wonderful weird, funny and distracting at the theatre – The Vaudevilians, but I was taken on a lovely walk given a gift – a book of Wordsworth’s poems. He had the dreadful pain of two of his children, Catherine and Thomas, dying. Some of his works are so moving. His words are beautiful. My bumbling words cannot begin to do him justice. I will keep the book by my bed , next to my pocket atlas, and because I’ve lost the ability to read a whole book, will dip into them when my brain needs either maps or words.
Once again let me thank the family and friends who have stuck with us and see beyond the sometimes weary facade.