Living alone is not fun at all, but when ones partner has gone there really is no alternative. Saturdays are the worst day of the week. As readers of my posts will know, I have plenty of friends and plenty of things to do in the week - plenty of lunches out, ukulele playing, meeting friends for coffee, book group, discussion group, dog walks where I meet the same people each morning and we exchange a word or two.
Sundays four of us go out to the same restaurant each week - we have a permanent booking. But
on Saturdays everyone seems to be with their family. It can be hard to get through Saturday unscathed. As it happens this afternoon I went into Richmond with my son and his wife for a coffee and cake - sometimes we have an evening take-away. But more often I am alone with Tess.
This is where my blog comes in. You may be a long way away - even across the Pond as they say - but I am making contact and 'speaking' with someone.
And this is where John's post today struck a chord (Going Gently) . He is thinking of turning his Ukranian Village field into a series of allotments for villagers, so that there gets to be a community of like-minded folk,all interested in 'grow your own', all likely to be there on Saturday mornings (not at work then) and digging away and comparing notes. I think it is a brilliant idea. We all need people in our lives. We are not designed to be lone wolves - so well done John. Wish I had a field to share.