The sun shone yesterday. Bright and high in the sky. On one side of town the wind blew frothed topped waves onto the shore. On the other calm waters gently lapped the beach. I got to enjoy them both. I sat and faced the sun. I people watched. I talked to two little boys - hello Arthur and Stan - who came to pet Honey. I found a pretty shell. I marvelled at the clear sharp quality of the light. The light of St Ives.
Lately I've regained some confidence in myself, and I've dared to raise my head above the parapet. I am trying new things, and making new friendships. I am taking small risks once more, and starting to walk with a spring in my step again. I don't need the kick ass strut of Beyonce. I don't want the abs of Gwen Stefanie. I'm more a Clare Grogan kind of girl. That'll do for me.
Thank you for all of my birthday messages, gifts and love. I am surrounded by the most gorgeous people. Near and far. I think my forty fifth year is going to be most excellent.