What A Difference A Day Makes

For a week or so before my 32nd birthday came it was a shitty week for many reasons and i won't get into. I felt so awful that I could barely look forward to the celebrations and seeing my friends coming for the BBQ. Though someone who I met recently, was coming to visit a few days and a beam of light washed over the grey landscape. Come the BBQ, many friends couldn't attend but those who did seem to have a good time. The weather held despite intermittent showers the entire week before and during the afternoon of the day. It's the one and only time of the year i try to get all my friends together in one place and let friends meet friends. My neice got to learn a new Italian card game the Mafia play. And won my friend who taught her how to play. The fire was good, most of the food was eaten and conversations had. It was lovely and i didn't want it to end.

The next 2 days I spent with my new friend (and prospective more than friend). We met on a train a month and a half ago and we don't know each other well at all but for some strange reason, we have found a instant trust and honesty between us. An easy flow of goodness and kindness exists. Because of or despite of, she does't live in London, she's a lot younger and another significant reason which i won't mention here. She went back to Norwich today. My feelings of desparity and dread has left and in it's place, feelings of warmth and giddiness (though perhaps it is maybe due to having very little sleep and too much alcohol).

- J