At long last we’ve been able to get all together. I took advantage of the good weather and a gap in my rota to call out for us to gather. Christmas presents needed exchanging for one thing
And I’m so glad we did all get together. We met in one of the local parks and the relief and happiness all round has been just what we all needed.
It’s a shame we couldn’t stay down there, but we do at least have the game tomorrow to look forward to.
I was working today, and exhausted yesterday, but at last it’s the Easter Weekend and I have plans.
Tomorrow we have a special guest for our live stream for the DDC as it is Lady B’s birthday weekend. The stream is in support of Chrysalis, and I even have a plot lined up.
Then on Monday we’ll be catching up with the ex-Lady M and the Charleesi (plus boyfriend) for an open air catchup for the first time since before Christmas. I can’t wait, it feels like years rather than months since I’ve seen them.
So that’s the plan.
We did a lot more adulting today to sort out the mortgage, solicitors, and so on – and then decided to go pay a flying visit to Lady S. We got there just on time to join her to go pick up the cub from school, and then spread some joy with some presents from MCM.
There was a particular Funko Pop that the cub had wanted, but as they were away on holiday we’d picked it up as a Con exclusive. I’ve never seen someone hug and kiss a Funko box before, so that was an experience.
We had badges and pins for everyone, and an extra Funko for Lady S whose health hasn’t been fantastic recently. Like Lady M she’s coping with fatigue and pain through her body – which has dampened her spirits considerably.
Even so, with Lady J joining us to chatter, we all had an afternoon that passed in animated conversation and that I don’t think any of us wanted to stop, even with meals, medications, and tiredness hitting us.
Still, a good end to our break.
We had a bit of an excursion yesterday evening down to the coast to see the Wessex Pistols play in Shoreham. We’ve not seen them play for a while, so as the gig was in striking distance of a few people we put a shout out to see if anyone else wanted to join in.
We didn’t really need an excuse to catch up with Mre B, but their living round the metaphorical corner was a lovely bonus, as was Lord and Lady PH’s appearance and their offer of bed and board for the night. We even had a guest appearance by the DoubleDs, who had booked the whole weekend down the road in Worthing.
We got there in time to block the band in in their van, abuse Banjo Bob on general principle, and somehow bag a parking space right outside the front door of the venue: The Duke of Wellington. It’s a lovely pub with loads of different ales and ciders on tap, and we’ll have to go back just for those at some point.
It was a lovely night, a full crowd, and given the generally precarious state of Lady M’s health at the moment it was only near the relative end of the gig that her condition made itself unbearable. Lord and Lady PH took her back to theirs while I drove Mre B back home at the end.
Today was quieter, a chance to meet the PH’s new dog, a retired greyhound, and to eat in a pub near them. All very civilised…I’ve even managed to use this afternoon to catch up on a couple of stories.
Back to the grind in the morning.
Do you ever get those days where things rearrange themselves, seemingly arbitrarily, but everything works out better than under the original plan for the day? If not, you’ve a treat ahead of you, but yes today was one of those days for me, which was unnerving but fun.
We’d originally planned to finally catch up on the first episode of the new series of Game of Thrones with Lady P, a mass gathering on the sofas of all and sundry, but at the last minute this rescheduled to the afternoon. Pretty much as soon as that happened, W, who was my Best Man at Rowton dropped me a line to say he was in town and did we fancy a catch-up?
So, when Lady M got home from the office, she found she’d missed out on that first viewing and I was hustling her to change so that we could pick up Charleesi on our way round to meet W.
One long day later I’m winding down, ahead of another day at the library, followed by Lady P’s birthday drinks. All getting a bit busy, this catching up lark…
Last week wasn’t the most productive on the writing front, mainly as I had my daughter staying over and I wanted to make the most of the time with her. There was a job interview on the Monday which wasn’t successful, and my first paid gig doing some basic support work for a local firm on the Tuesday morning – but otherwise it was a week of playing Halo, reading and generally kicking back.
This week has been a little more focussed, with some writing actually occurring – I’m writing up descriptions and back stories for some characters that meet sticky ends in the main novel. The text may not end up being used in the final narrative but they should give me inspiration for incidental details of their surroundings when I write their proper scenes.
The big impacts this week though have been some fairly “out of the blue” reconnections with people I either used to work with or have friendships that have been a bit long-distance over the last few years. I suppose if there’s one thing that these encounters have underlined is just how much has changed over the last couple of years for me as I seem to be coming away from these meetings with an extremely dry throat from reeling out all the edited highlights. Its also flagged up for me just how complex so many other people’s lives have been over the last couple of years, with each person relaying sometimes complex and frequently heartwrenching tales of trials and tribulations.
Objectively, some of these stories I’ve been listening to with a little voice at the back of my head asking if they’ve learned from these stories – others I’ve listened and had to make sure not to spool out my own worries and fears alongside theirs – and others have been heard with a rueful grin and shared sense of winning despite the best efforts of those around us.
Many of the tales have figured one or more person who has been a rock and foundation for their narrator – most have included some moment of self-sabotage – and all have concluded with a slightly dazed “infodump shock” moment as all concerned try to mentally update their mental image of the other.
Now to make sure that anything I use as a detail in my stories isn’t immediately attributable 😉