I had a horrible night's sleep on Wednesday evening. I went to bed later than I should have and woke after only racking up 2 - 3 hours, I couldn't drop off again and felt positively ill when I finally got up around 3am.
It's now dark again when I leave home for the drive in but work itself was okay, only it felt like the longest day in the world. By home time, there was a lot of warmth in the sun, enough to give me a slightly pink driving arm by the end of the journey.
The leaves are already turning orange and golden and falling into the fluttering, crunchy carpet we've come to expect with Autumn, it may herald the start of long dark nights and cool temps, but you've got to admit... it does look pretty.
Thursday evening seemed long too, and weird, I had appliances turn themselves on, on their own, (sat nav for one... not plugged in to anything,) and I did my best to not go to bed from 6pm, although I easily could have... and slept.
Friday, I did my bit and returned to give blood. I was treated like a VIP without me even mentioning my last visit but one of the nurses recognised me and I seemed to be given all the most experienced nurses for the task. All went off without a hitch, left with three plasters over 3 punctures but arms are sore... finger too and the arms at least feel like they'll bruise, but I could be wrong.
Friday night, I finally slept soundly, although still feel like I'm playing catch-up in that department. Back/hip is worse than ever so did not work out this morning, couldn't have, even if I'd been able to drag myself out of bed in time to fit one in.
I watched the latest "Who Do You Think You Are?" yesterday. It was the turn of Larry Lamb, Gavin's Dad from "Gavin & Stacey." He seems like a lovely man, he was genuinely interested in finding out about his past and he was thrilled and moved with every twist and turn. It was a very touching story.
His maternal Grandmother had given up his Mother, for adoption when she was a baby as she was unable to afford to keep her. His Mum, now 84 years old, while blessed with wonderful adoptive parents, had spent her life wondering what had become of her Mother. Larry admitted that he felt like half of him was missing by not knowing what became of his maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. I can relate to this but only from the viewpoint that I didn't know mine. My Nanna and Grandad were long gone before I arrived, but, I miss them. My sisters and cousin don't remember Nanna as a warm individual but from what I've heard, I kind of like her as a person, she had it tough. And my Grandad, well, my Mum I believe, was one of his favourites, and I can't help thinking he would have had a twinkle in his eye for me too.
So, back to the story. Larry's Grandfather was a member of a carnival family. So, while Larry thought he was the first of his family to become and entertainer... he absolutely was not. His Mum also had a yearning to keep moving and not settle... funny huh? Grandad served in World War I but no records appear from him thereafter. Larry's Grandmother converted to Judaism, remarried, emigrated to Los Angeles, and had a son. She was widowed and around aged 60, she married for a third and final time.
Larry met up with his Grandmother's son... his uncle, who was 72 years of age and had gone through life believing he was an only child... as had his Mum. Larry called his Mum and put her on the phone to her brother and a wonderful conversation ensued. Larry promised they would meet.
Larry said that at the start of the journey, he was looking at it as; "their journey." He finally came to realise that he too was part of that journey... of that story. We all are, whether we met or not, whatever side of the world we live on, we are linked like the patches of a quilt. We may not touch, but we're all part of the whole story, and every story... is amazing.
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