The trouble with trying to write a blog is when nothing of interest has happened.
The last week I have been to work, I have come home, I have watched tv, and done nothing much - hence not much activity on the blog this week.
Then on Friday morning I heard that a friend has lost the battle with cancer. There a group of us who have been in a book club for many years now, we have been away for a few weekends, and the bookclub morphed into a dinner club a few years ago - though we still do the books. I don't see the others between meetings much, so they are friends but not close friends, but losing someone you have known for a long time is dreadful even if not someone very close.
Judy has 5 children, the older two have finished university but the youngest is only about 8, so they younger ones are losing their mother at a terribly young age, and Judy herself was only in her forties. There is no rhyme or reason in these things. It is unfair, it is cruel to the family and her close friends. I have another friend who I have been in choirs with for over 20 years - again not close friends, we chat in choir and have known each other a long time, but I look on her as a friend - and she is not responding to the chemo she has been given, and the prognosis isn't good.
It makes you count the blessings of even a dull week of going to work and chatting to colleagues, having a laugh, then coming home to talk to the kids, have dinner, watch tv etc etc. But these are things I can do this week and next week. These are things Judy can't do any more. These are things Judy's family can't do with her anymore.
It is so very, very sad.