Freshly Recharged

I’ve had a lovely weekend, and even better it feels like a new reinvigoration to go along with it. Work is going well, and I have days off liberally sprinkled through the month to give me some nice pockets of time off in the next few weeks.

This weekend saw a charity event at our sort-of local, The Plough – scene of many a #Tuesday. The ex-Lady M has got involved in her local residents association and got roped into running a stall at the Winter’s Market they decided to run this year.

She in due course corralled Lady M into helping out on another stall, and so the scene was set for a pleasant, if chilly, Saturday.

We’d also invited More B from my Monday gaming group along. We’d all met up socially during the summer at Arundel Castle and had been making noises about seeing each other again ever since and not quite making it happen.

For context, and the benefit of those just joining us: the Monday night game takes place online, using Roll20 and Google Hangouts to connect players and GM no matter where they are.

So as we’d been talking about it a while at the end of recent game sessions, I threw out there that this event was happening and the stars aligned. 

Despite the best efforts of public transport, a Mre B duly arrived and we spent a good portion of the afternoon supping beer and relaying food and drink to the two Ladies M as they conquered and assimilated half the stalls. 

A rather confused Lord D (also a veteran of the Monday group) was in attendance as well with his son; and we witnessed a rapid succession of expressions on his face as he recognised a familiar face in an unexpected context and company.

The Charleesi arrived at the tail end of the afternoon, having finished work and done her own battle with TFL, and we all thawed out in the light and warmth of the pub’s log fire.

Given her horrendous journey to us, and the disclosure that she had seen neither Guardians of the Galaxy, or Deadpool, we offered Mre B a bed for the night and a lift home when required.

So began a gentle evening of chatter and silliness, followed by more of the same pretty much all day Sunday as well. It’s been such a wonderful break from the drama and trauma and sickness of late that we’ve all come away smiling and relaxed, positive and shiny for the first time in what feels ages.

We’ve even been organised and already arranged a date in the new year so we don’t bumble along so long before meeting up again. 

Good company, food, entertainment, a deepened connection, silliness and laughter. It’s done us all a power of good.