It’s been a funny old week; full of ups and downs and coincidences and restoring of my faith in the human race!
Work has been particularly frustrating on a couple of occasions and I threw my teddy out of the pram on Monday – yes, I can be a bit of a diva but only when driven to distraction.
In contrast Tuesday was a wonderful working-day; having been asked to write a piece for a writers magazine I finished writing it on Tuesday and sent it off as requested. Now, us writers are funny old things and we often doubt whether our jottings are ‘along the right lines’ or ‘any good at all’, so to receive the following feedback was exactly what I needed:
“Thank you so much for doing this, even though I know you have been swanning around the world being fabulous.
Had a skim though, and it is awesome, way beyond what I expected when I asked you, so thanks so much for sharing. I know the members will love it as much as I do.”
I’ve had the usual ‘family frustrations’ that most of us encounter, yet I’ve also enjoyed cake-and-milkshake at the lovely coffee-shop/art gallery at Astwood Bank – with my sweet g.daughter (Katie-Cakes) – and I’ve also spent a day with my youngest, gorgeous g.daughter (Smiler Isla). Lucky me. Plus I’ve been out to lunch with my glamourpuss Mum, and out for dinner with my simply beautiful-inside-and-out daughter (Cleo).
Those are the ups-and-downs now for the coincidences.
1. A uni friend and I discovered a couple of years back that we both loved the music of Jackson Brown; Pat is a knowledgable and avid fan, I have been brainwashed into loving his music through my OH (he – JB- is rather gorgeous though, and his velvety voice is a joy to listen to). Pat purchased tickets for his concert – which was on Tuesday -and my OH did the same.
Coincidentally, we ended up sitting in the same area of the circle which meant we could easily meet for drink pre and mid-performance to discuss the amazing concert…not only were the band brilliant, but the lightshow was mesmerising too.
2. On Saturday I took some gifts (see below) over to a distribution centre in a part of Evesham I had no prior knowledge of. The centre was situated just after a side road called Hawthorn Road; I lived in a Hawthorn Road as a child, so just knew that the charity I had chosen to recieve the gifts was meant to be.
3. I have returned to running and for the last few weeks have run with a group called Kingfisher Harriers. Twice I have run alongside a nice, encouraging, chatty man who was trying to ascertain how he recognised me. As we ran yesterday he said, ‘I know where I know you from…my wife and I purchased your house in Caynham Close about thirty years ago’. I was flabbergasted that he remembered me; his lovely wife (a runner too) and I had a good old natter as we ran together, catching up on thirty years of life.
Finally, here are the reasons that my faith in humankind has been well and truly restored this week:
1. As you may know I recently had a rather ‘big’ birthday. For my party I requested gifts of toys/clothes for disadvantaged children. I was simply overwhelmed with the response. The generosity of the gift-bearers was huge.
2. When I delivered the boxes of gifts to ‘Shoebox Bob’ in Evesham (whose little ten month old grandson is seriously ill in hospital) I was staggered to hear of the people who pay hundreds of pounds to deliver said gifts, and of the number of people who volunteer to pack the shoe-boxes during the busiest time of year (from November onwards) until ten in the evening. I shall ‘pack’ this year and hope to ‘deliver’ next year – who knows which country I will be sent to but I can’t wait! As for Shoebox Bob – dashing back and forth to see his grandson in intensive care, yet still finding time to help disadvantaged children – he is a hero.
3. I lost my I-phone on Tuesday evening after seeing the fabulous Jackson Brown concert at Symphony Hall in Birmingham. When I rang security on Wednesay morning I spoke to a super-friendly guy call Tom who told me I was ‘the luckiest girl alive’; my phone was awaiting me. When my OH, Tom, went to collect it and offered a reward of twenty-pounds ‘security-Tom’ refused to accept it. ‘My’ Tom tried hard to get him to take a reward, even suggesting he put it in the staff Christmas party kitty, to no avail. How wonderful to find such friendly, honest, ethical people.
We only appear to hear ‘bad news’ and the media share so many ‘depressing/downbeat features’ that we can all be forgiven for thinking that the UK is spiralling out of control…but it isn’t and we can’t let it.
So…let’s all share the good news only from now on. Don’t give ‘baddies’ or ‘negativity’ any more brain space. Positivity, optimism, thankfulness…it’s (this) Girl’s ‘thing’.