It's Saturday and there's not much going on. P goes into hospital tomorrow. My best friend's hen night is tonight and we don't know if we're going to do the dinner and Blondie tribute night, or just do dinner. Both of us are worried about doing what makes the other one comfortable, how the heel am I supposed to know what's going on in P's head? I've never even had someone close to me go through this before, let alone go through it myself. I just wish there was something I could do, but I know there's nothing to be done other than be there.
There's an Arsenal match on the TV today so that should keep both of us occupied and distracted.
Final score 3-1 to Arsenal and I won £120 - that's dinner sorted at least. P seems in good spirits, so we're off out for dinner.
When we arrive at the restaurant, everyone is already there. We'd stayed til the end of the match (7.25) and dinner was arranged for 7.30. We're not late so no-one notices.
It all turned out to be a great laugh and something to take both our minds of everything that's going on. We decided to leave going out after dinner, I'm working tomorrow and P is heading into hospital, hardly the ideal setting for a late night out on the lash
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