People are very kind .
Last night , we were taken out to dinner at an Italian restaurant to celebrate my friend Jane’s Birthday .It wasn’t a birthday with an 0 on the end ,but a bingo-caller’s dream number birthday .We had a fab night .Thank-you Jane and Roy.
Then today I went to see the Folk Art exhibition at the Tate Britain . It is so bloody hard getting there .No,not the walk from Pimlico Station , but the walk past Chelsea College of Art – it breaks my heart all over again .I can see Rosie there – all happy and carefree .I stare at the few students who are in that lovely courtyard ,they must think I’m mad. It sends me into a very dark place .
So I’m at home, my shoulders are down ,I can’t settle to anything ,and then there’s a knock on the door , it is our lovely neighbour .I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know her name ,but she is quite elderly ,her parents are from India ,but she was brought up in Kenya and she is a Sikh and everyday she posts an Evening Standard through our door and once a week she makes us a Madeira cake . So on hols I buy her some Welsh Cakes ( I know ,big deal ) , but John eats them so ,yesterday I baked her a batch of sultana scones, whipped up some cream , bought some posh strawberry conserve and took them over to her. Anyway, back to my visitor ..tonight ,she hands me a carrier bag , gives me a hug and scurries off . I’m just looked, the bag contains 3 tubs, 1 pilau rice,1 keema lamb with peas and 1 black lentil dhal. All freshly made
My shoulders have gone back up – without knowing it ,she has quite made my day