It was a big day at the 'Weathering the Storms of Life' exhibition. David and I took care of two workshops and we had good fun. It went well but it's tiring. I was wiped out for a while when I got home.
Next Saturday we are walking the three peaks in Yorkshire. That'll be even more tiring. These Saturday's soon get snapped up.
Tomorrow it will have been exactly a year since Martin ran the London Marathon. I hope the weather is as good because we are off to Leeds in the afternoon to see Austin and will probably end up in the garden.
Saw an adult goldfinch feeding in our garden this morning. I'm getting quite interested in birds (must be getting old).
I'm now thinking about the storms of life. For me there doesn't appear to be any on the horizon. Long may it continue to be the case, but if they do suddenly appear I hope I have the energy, friends, attitude and resources to cope with them.