Hard day.

Oh dear. I allowed myself to get emotional yesterday. This morning I feel very bad. Weeping at the kind person who had brought me birthday gifts was not my finest hour. So far in this period of self isolation I have kept cheerful most of the time. But yesterday was different. So I am not going to do the same thing today..hopefully. It is going to be the strangest birthday I’ve ever had...with no involvement with anyone else..but cards have arrived, messages received and all is well with my world. But tears lurk dangerously close to the surface.. The message from the young woman who is my grand daughter was wonderful. Now a nurse she is working hard in a hospital in the north, a long way from here. To hear from people I once held in my arms when they were babies is very emotional...I am so proud of them. It is my choice to live so far away from all my relations...and there are precious few of them now...so hearing from them is simply wonderful. I am amazed by how often over the last days people have told me that they read this blog! One person said she often didn’t read it...just checked there was a new one daily..So...today I am 83......dammit so to all my friends and relations thank you....I’m fine, just a year older! Which is much better than the alternative. Probably!