So far, although it has been very cold, we have no snow in Hove. Yesterday Mike and I went to Seaford and on the roadside verges in Brighton there lingered traces of snow. The Downs were all white and looked beautiful but I can do without it.
We spent a merry morning at June's house. All present except for Josie who is recovering from an op. We missed her cheery presence. Most of my friends from former years have passed on, most of them being older than me. Two , in their nineties ,died this Christmas. I value my Seaford friends. We first got together to do patchwork about 14 years ago. When I left Canterbury I thought that was the end of my patchwork days but by a great stroke of good fortune my new next door neightbour ran a patchwork class and invited me to join. My circle of friends grew and we have been supporting each other through all the trials and tribulations that beset us as well as putting the world to rights every Tuesday.
Shakespeare was a wily old bird. Polonius says "Those friends thou hast,...grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel"
Another trip to the hospital today for another painful injection but the pain soon wears off so mustn't grumble, Mike escorting me again. I am seeing almost more of Mike than does Amanda!
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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