The Big Day

Yesterday was ceremony day. Alison was already here helping me with my decluttering. Rachel met us at the Registry Office in town. Alison and I were suitably serious and subdued. Rachel turned up with a flag and a helium balloon - god bless her. The ceremony was suitably brief and to the point but said all the right things. I was so pleased. We went out for tea afterwards and then dispersed. I was proud to come home on the bus with my helium balloon. Last night was book club. Norma produced bubbly and everyone sang, "For She's a Jolly Good Fellow". I love my friends.

                                        Me with important man who presented the Certificate

                                                       Me with favourite helium balloon

                                                        Rachel brought the accoutrements

Alison and her British mother

Decluttering

Alison arrives today to take on the job of decluttering my back sitting room. This is the room with the wall of bookshelves which are slowly disappearing under piles of stuff. Alison is ruthless when it comes to getting rid of things. She promises to let me keep what I really want but my decisions will be questioned. I was under orders from her not to drink last night so that I would be fresh and competent and on the ball today. Well, I went to a dinner party and it was so good and so much fun that I forgot the orders and had a few bevvies. I don't feel too bad this morning. Coffee, paracetamol and peanut butter sandwiches should see me right.

Another change

I have resigned from Headington Action. It is a great relief for me. I have been the minute secretary for almost a year and a half and I have never been comfortable in the job. The decision was made last week and I told the executive committee tonight at the monthly meeting. They took it well. Now I can concentrate on painting and writing.

I have found a friend who wants to meet up every week and we will write. We started on Tuesday by meeting at the library with our laptops. The idea is to do our own writing. Getting together to do it is simply a way of making it happen. We don't read each other's work. It is heads down and start typing. We worked for an hour and I made progress with one of my old stories which had never been finished. It is harder to find a similar set up for painting because of all the paraphernalia involved.

Time for dinner and a bit of telly.

In the Ether

This is a weekend of internet fun. I set up a new email yesterday. The old one works so never hesitate to contact me. Now it is time for a new blog.