Before I begin… Happy Birthday to Deborah for Sunday! This picture is of her, and yes, I did alter it.
Well, things have been a bit topsy turvy of late. I’ve not updated my blog recently - not because of a lack of time or things to say, but rather an inability to find the words to say them in all the time I have. Yet I’ll hammer it out.
The biggest news concerns George. He was diagnosed with Leukaemia a few weeks ago. You’d be best reading his (suddenly rather useful) blog at this address for more information than I could provide. Apart from making time to see the poor old invalid every week, I’ve been trying to let people know on his behalf as tactfully as I can. When you haven’t seen or spoken to these people for so long it seems a daunting task. There are still some I suspect don’t know about it. I’ll come to them in time.
When I see how strong George is being about his new situation it really inspires me. A lot of his cards - he had loads last time I visited - mention that their authors are praying for him. I would never do that, and I know that George, who knows me very well, would never expect me to, but I feel glad that he draws comfort from the knowledge that others will. I obviously can’t predict how I would react if I were the one in George’s position, but I like to think that people would know me well enough not to pray for me. But then again, if prayer were to comfort my friends and relatives, who would I be to ask them not to do it? Maybe I should be praying for George…
But that would be ridiculous. I firmly believe (and nothing has changed) that no one would be listening to me if I were attempt to commune with a higher power. I intend to show my support through action and deed, like the true (lapsed) humanist that I am. I think George is glad of this.
On a lighter note, I’m now upstairs in the swish new room, which is basically finished. Alison’s lingering around taking up my space (only kidding!) until she finds a flat. She located some randoms on a website and is now flathunting with them… how exciting! Hope she lives somewhere street and boho like Hoxton or Shoreditch. That would be TIGHT.
What am I up to? Well, I’m now a paid-up freelance journalist (any offers welcome, publications!) and I’ve had five reviews in’t NME, plus I’m doing a leetle bit of private tuition to keep the wolf from the ol’ hatch. Not the easiest industry to break into, but where there’s a will… Right, best do something useful now, like wander aimlessly around my room.
Ow, my carapace (and liver, head etc…)!
