Why is it, that no-one in my house can hear me shout, but I can hear every single person speak, no matter where in the house they are?  And while on the subject of sound, I miss the days where people in the house would speak on the phone and I barely heard anything, now I have loud Skype calls to contend with.

Today I walked through the doors of a place that I not so long ago swore blind, I would never ever grace again.  Yup.  A slimming club.  Slimming World to be precise.  WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS WRONG WITH ME?  Anyway.  Moving on.  Just going to stay till I lose a stone and a half.  The leader, yes, they really are called that, told me that I needed to accept straight away, that it was only going to work if I accepted that I had to attend for the rest of my life.  Sell the damned thing to me why don't you?  Whilst there, 2 things came to mind.  Years ago, a friend told me that when she looks at food, she only sees protein, carbs and fats.  I remember thinking that I never ever want to be that person.  Secondly, in my late teens, in a restaurant with friends, eating an avocado with lemon and olive oil, because let's face eat, there aint enough fat there already and thinking only one thing.  Yum.  What I would give to go back to that time when I had that relationship with food.

Today we buried a friend.  Younger than me by 8 years but part of a group of people where we all grew up together.  Our families were bound together, first by friendship and later by marriage.  She was 44 years old.  As if this in itself was not heartbreaking enough, she leaves behind 2 young girls of 9 and 12.  Her life was taken by cancer.  After years of not much contact, following various family break-ups, we became facebook friends.  Throughout her illness, I was constantly amazed by her humour, spirit and honesty. People often talk about bravery and today I saw it in her elderly mother and in her girls.  As with most funerals there were so many faces not seen for a long time.  Faces from another life and I realised something.  Where there has once been love, in most cases, it never truly goes away, even when you haven't seen each other in forever and that people very rarely, if ever, forget kindness.  That shared history can bind you so much more than you could ever believe.  Thank you Gina, for reminding me of all this today and for showing me the capability of what can be overcome.  Goodnight darling.