Autumn and Friendships

A midday Friday post as I am gathering the courage to get my sewing basket out and start dealing with the giant pile of mending that has been growing in the corner of my bedroom for a number of weeks, that I have time to tackle now that I have a kitchen ceiling again.

I’ve had an inspirational couple of weeks that I can’t really talk about for legal reasons, but that involve me following and hoping to fulfil a long term dream of mine. I don’t know if it will come off, but what has happened so far gives me a great deal of hope, confidence and impetus that I was lacking and that in itself is cause for a big, face cracking smile.

It got me thinking about the different sorts of friends I have in my life and how each of them fulfils a function or a role in my life to make it a brighter and happier place to be. Some comfort and support, some crack jokes so inappropriately that it makes me grin despite myself, some inspire, some create, some guide and assist and some listen. But each and every one of them have faith in me to achieve my dreams and to be the best person I can be.They don’t doubt, criticise or pick away at my confidence. They might joke and tease and call me a hippy they’re genuine friends I admire and trust. So to all of you, for making my life a great place to be, thank you.

Conker championships

Now, I must goand undertake my domestic chores for the day so that I can go out tonight to celebrate the autumnal season by joining in the Conker Championships at Wedmore (No Health & Safety spoilsports to be had in these here parts!). Oh yes, and for our American friends and those who had such a sheltered upbringing never to have pataken in the game, Conkers are prepared by drilling a hole through the centre of the conker and threading it on to a lace. Various techniques are employed for hardening your conker such as soaking in vinegar or salted water, although the effectiveness of these techniques is debatable. Once prepared, you and your opponement take turns in hitting each other’s conkers with your own until one breaks, leaving the other the victor. I doubt I’ll ever beat my seven-er from 1989 though.

Love and fallen leaves…