Rod pinged me with the moon. It was Friday 13th, and so, without a drop of alcohol, I merrily did as he suggested, naked, in the garden, and moonbathed with Fatso for a while. I felt divine, it was liberating and gorgeous. Sadly he was in Chelmsford, so NFA, but I followed through with his sexy suggestion, with great gusto!
This morning I was up with the larks, positively fizzing! On the bike, down to the gym, had a gym n swim session, came home, changed and headed off to Gravesend to visit the 'rents. Dad is still very fatigued, but looks good! Proof that cutting down on the booze helps, even when you're nearly 85, LMAO!
I also took the opportunity to visit Siri Guru Nanak. This used to be a little Sikh conclave in a deconsecrated church at the end of the road where my cottage was. Now it's a magnificent edifice, glowing, in it's own grounds. People who know me, know I dislike organised worship with a vengence. This was built on love and worship. It welcomes everybody. Even plump, white, middle aged ladies in the walking shorts her Boo gave her. It is amazing. I will be back for a full tour. Possibly when I have to jet wash the paretals gardens and sheds as promised!
After that, came the balance, I'm no saint. Sat in the dying sun, drinking Prosecco til I could pee it neat. Feasting on pork, eaten with fingers, laughing, chatting and putting the world to rights. Proper belly laughs and good times, with wonderful people. And that alone I would be very appreciative of, but not having to pay a penny for it was the icing on the cake. My lips are still tingling, no idea what was on that juicy, delicious piggy, but it was absolutely gorgeous!
*However*. Wisely called it quits as I am on a mission tomorrow. Wobbled back on the train, and wobbled even more on Brunhilde, seven sheets to the wind, in a tight maxi dress, with no lights. on the pavement. But lived!
Praying I wake up early and crack on. I am currently feeling all the love for everybody.