Monday, 29 August 2011

It's Sunday

Something I don't think I've mentioned before.  You know that I love to write, I love the journalistic stylings of Carrie Bradshaw... (I do know that she's fictitious, don't worry,) but did you know that my ancestors happened to be Bradshaw's?  You know me and my signs?  I'm taking it as a sign, so you're stuck with me... and my writing.

So, Sunday... it was so great to catch up with you.  You sound great and you sound well, you sound like you!  And now that my inherited phone is compatible with NZ providers... and you can text me, (pause for drama and excitement...)  I feel a few thousand miles closer to you... isn't technology grand? 

In the space of my 12 minute journey here this morning, I had brilliant, shade inducing sunshine, a watery rainbow and torrential rain.  Tell me the truth... you miss this don't you?

It's lunch at B's today.  She has a family friend staying, I haven't seen FF for at least 3 years, so it will be good to catch up.  I'm in mustard and teal today.  Sounds disgusting but I think it goes.  However, family friend has launched own fashion line, so I probably should have re-thought outfit still... too late now.

No workout again for me.  Left hip is still nagging and I do feel lazy but I'm thinking it should be rested.

Trying to decided whether to kill time before heading for lunch or to go home for an hour or so and come back out? 

Sunday lunch and afternoon was lovely.  I stayed out and wandered around like a lost sole in case you were wondering.  Finally got to B's and she'd done a lovely roast lamb dinner and it was really good to catch up with family friend.  FF did something very sweet, on one of the most important day's of my life, almost 8 years ago.  She probably doesn't even know what she did, but I will never forget it and I should have told her long before now.  I've just decided that I'll write to tell her, and then it's something she can keep if she'd like to.  I think it's important to tell people that they are special. Someone asked me if I knew I was special recently... I didn't.  Someone may not realise that they are, and being told that they are, may mean the world to someone.  You ought to know but just in case... you are special.



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