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J's face. Lit up as she welcomes a friend into our home.
She's wearing "proper" clothes now; her wounds healing enough for them not to hurt so much. I can sense a little of her self confidence returning, as she shares a joke with her friend and flirts with me as I leave for the evening.
For the first time in ages, I step out with something resembling a bounce; and get through my early evening appointment feeling a little less distracted than of late.
To a local music night. Crammed into a tiny room, and sitting right up against the stage. Highlights of the evening are two women in their early twenties, singing madrigals; a quintet offering tight bluegrass with stumbling banjo and sweet harmonies; and my friend Al; more than six feet of middle-aged man hunched over a tiny 1929 Fender acoustic (named Leonard....), and playing Jansch instrumentals with a surprising dexterity.
There is beer, and then more beer...and this morning I wake to find a CD sitting on my bedside table; sometime during the evening I've parted company with five of my English pounds, and shaken hands with a young man who had just raised the roof; putting a big smile on my face with his bittersweet words and versatile mastery of strings and frets.
J wants to come next week. Things are looking up...
Comments (4)
Hey there, I didn't know you had a loved one dealing with so much. It's a relief to read this post! I hope all continues to go well, and i wish J a speedy recovering and minimal issues regarding Chemo. Happy Christmas X
Aww thanks Zed - Have a good one yourselves :-) xxx
It's good to see that things are looking up - happy holidays:) xxx
Good to see you back in the fray, Mr. Wibble. Best wishes to you and yours. Sounds like you've both been through the grinder.