Sunday 3rd April - AKA - I suppose I'd better start a thread of the day as no one else seems to want to (but there is probably no point as I doubt it will get many replies, just a few lurkers reading it then fucking off without contributing).
Went out to a family dinner yesterday, which was nice. Unfortunately the sun shone and we ate outside. This would have made it even nicer but I am trying to conceal from my family how bad my health is getting (for example I have an extra large pair of shoes I use for family gatherings, so that if I have to slip them off, I can slip them back on easily without anyone seeing what a struggle I have putting on "normal sized" shoes). The host's garden is a steep hill (and I mean steep, about 45 degrees). They have terraced it, which means big deep steps to get to the end of the garden. I have problems with stairs.
I let everyone go ahead of me on the theory that if I was in front, they would realise how slow I was by being trapped behind me. Unfortunately this meant they were all sitting at the top of the hill, looking down, and watching me as I struggled up the steps trying to balance a plate of food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. I did not just look as ill as I am, I looked a damn sight worse.
Afterwards when saying "goodbye" an aunt made a comment about how they (her and my cousins) don't see enough of me and that we should meet up more often. It was kind of obvious that she was thinking "...before it is too late."
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