Wake expecting to feel a little more 'normal'. But it's not to be. I am not in a state of mind to see anyone, as a therapist. I am very likely to speak my mind, not helpful. That's what happens with life changing experiences.
Drive to York for chocolate tasting. At least I can do that - a solitary occupation. Some of the other panelists have watched the hour. One man thinks I'm daft, but wrote a nice comment on the page. Another man got bored and switched it off!
Go home and plan to write up the blog. Still don't do it, but do emails, read papers and plinth watch instead . At last speak to Adrian, who is now in Hong Kong. He is telling the Chinese, that he is only at the conference to escape me and the plinth. Ha! He has left the red dust storms behind in Australia and landed into typhoon warnings.
Write to Rachael Hodges telling her about the Richard Bacon programme mention. I get a reply. She said it made her laugh and they are going to put the section out on air after 12.30am!! Bloody hell!
Speak to sister, Carolyn, who is with mother. Carolyn watched the first bit on a computer without sound on Saturday. She thought I was nervous and getting irritated. Now she has seen it with sound and understands the Judi Dench joke!!
A whole lot of messages have appeared on my plinth page, from people who have watched. I feel very humbled by the comments.
Go into city centre to meet the friend I was supposed to meet last Monday. Have a good meal and catch up. 10 years ago we were lowly nursing assistants on a psychiatric unit. She's now a lecturer in Occupational Therapy and I've come on a bit too. Why do so many people give up on life too early? No, I'm not back to my empathetic best yet.
Go to bed by 11pm and put alarm on for 12.30am, so I can listen to the Richard Bacon show.
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