A very strange conversation yesterday has left me wondering.....when did I get so anti social?
I am not aware that anything much has happened to me but I am aware of changing over the last months into a different person.
When the phone rang I didn’t recognise the voice of someone who clearly knew me.
She said she had been looking out for me in church over the last months but I had not materialised. Neither had I attended the quiet days.
She wanted to come to see me but I was not in the mood for anyone else in the house after last weeks invasion so I made an excuse...it was not quite a lie but it approached it...I was expecting an old friend at any time but he wasn’t there then.
I think it’s all part of this aging process that I am complaining about a lot at the moment but I shouldn’t actually moan about it should I?
Getting to my age is a joy not a penance. If my memory fails at times then I should accept it surely?
Next weekend there is a music weekend run by the famous hotel in the village.
This will bring lots of old friends as well as people from the various churches I have presided in over the years.
I will enjoy seeing them all....but before then I still have the decorators in the house...so I’m trying very hard not to feel guilty about not seeing the lady from yesterday.
There are limits to how many people I can accommodate these days.
Providing the weather stays good next week the garden will be my sanctuary but failing that the summer house will serve to get me some peace and quiet .
Us octogenarians need our quiet!
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