No matter that I tell myself that I don’t have to get up so early to take Lou out, I’m awake. I guess when you are so used to waking up early for that first walk that’s it. I’m sure I needn’t have got up so early every morning, but being of a certain age I like to take things easy. Not for me the rushing out the door. Feed the animals, make tea, have a shower and then out the door.
My day yesterday was much better than expected but also sad moments intermingled with the laughs. I received a wonderful email from a friend suggesting we go to Brambridge and choose a special plant in a particular colour to remember lou. There are so many colours that signify wonderful thoughts. Sadness, happiness. You get the picture I’m sure. I wrote a blog about what different colours mean in the world of flowers, when I wrote about the Arboretum for those people who had died in the line of duty. I believe they are considering including a memoriam to those police officers who died whilst doing their duty. The email moved me to tears and it was some hours after receiving it that I felt able to reply to it. We are meeting up next Tuesday.
I picked up the dogs who needed looking after for the day with Nat and on the way home stopped for a walk. It was hilarious. There was an elderly lady obviously a dog trainer who along with other owners and their dogs were trying to go out for a dog training walk. Think of a cross between Barbara Woodhouse and Joyce Grenfall and you’ll get the picture. We could hear her shouting even when we couldn’t see the group. I wonder what that session achieved. We chatted with a couple of ladies who said their dogs were better trained without going to classes.
Went to Reflexology. I begged a lift. Felt relaxed.
A friend called round with a bunch of flowers. They were lovely but would of course rather have Lou with me. Several calls from the regular dog walkers to say how sorry they were to hear the news, and guess what that set me off again. Dog walkers most of them are grand.
Early to bed and I slept better, but up with the very early lark. The Reflexologist commented that my eyes were very tired and dry. It must have been all the crying.
I’m going to go back to bed and have a read because there’s no need to hurry is there?