Artist in the Making

As arranged I met my friend after my Dr appointment this morning. A lovely 2hr breakfast in The Haven with her and her 2yr old niece, who sat and drew, read a book, played with her animals and chatted with us.
This is what I need, more company. It is just hard to get.

Last night wasn’t great, tried to call Breathing Space for some support and by the third attempt I eventually got to speak to someone. The other two times I didn’t speak in time (I was finding it hard) and they hung up on me. Was a worthwhile chat and I came off the phone a bit less emotional.

Had a bit of a cry with the doctor this morning, I can’t help it. A fresh supply of tablets,(no changes) and a letter for a drop in clinic to get an ECG; they need to keep a check on my heart with the combination of tablets I am on.
He made me promise that I would hand in my extra tablets to the chemist so there were no temptations.

I kept hearing and seeing things about The Book Thief; I just had to see it. I never go to the cinema, has to be a really good film to get me there. Oh my goodness, what a wonderful very nicely done film. The children were gorgeous and stole the show (well for me anyway). But I sobbed all the way through it. Well I was emotional anyway, at least I had an excuse to be crying!

A statement that has stayed with me from the film is 'Words are Life'.

Tomorrow, my Aunts funeral.