Pub Poppies

Pretty pub poppies at the Flying Horse. Quick catch up with my airfield friend S late afternoon. We met at 430pm and it was already dark.

We discussed his recent hospital appointments and latest results. Worst bit is the wait for full diagnosis. I managed to make him smile a couple of times. He is scared but at least talking and not hiding away.

I sat in the pub drinking sparkling water and nursing a headache while he drank wine. Worrying about lots of things at the moment with parents’ health issues (dad’s eyes, mum’s hearing) and the inevitable sorrow after losing Great Auntie Maggie last week. Hoping to start a new work project soon to distract me.

Thoughts with other friends who have lost loved ones recently or have anniversaries coming up. Thinking of you. You are stronger than you think and my door is always open if you need to talk.