A whole lot of loving going on

I had busy and lovely weekend, which I prepared for by resting up and not overdoing it in the days ahead, especially as I felt run down before the weekend even got here.

I had a treat on Friday with Stella coming over and going through the bungalow for me on a cleaning frenzy. The plaster dust from having the bathroom walls treated, is still finding it's way all over my bungalow and so far the floors still keep turning white ad washing them really wears me out. Plus bless her she always brings me her homemade cakes... Mmmm.
It was also Ann's birthday, so us girlies went out to the Turkish Restaurant in Braintree that evening which is a favourite for all of us. We all adore Turkey and until I get my transplant, this is the nearest I will get to going back. Just walking up the path to the restaurant and smelling the very definite smells of BBQ lamb mixed with their herbs and spices transports back to very happier days spent in Hisaruno. It's a very basic restaurant, but it is just how it should be, no airs and graces, just really good food.
So after a huge meat feast, I went home to my very clean bungalow and went off to sleep ready for tomorrows wedding.

The wedding was gorgeous and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The venue was in an area that I had forgotten existed, in fact I didn't realise that there were so many villages all next to each other with Roding in the title. In fact it was a bit like driving through an episode of 'Midsummer Murders!'
We were exceptionally lucky with the weather, as it had been foul all week and although it was bitingly cold, the rain stayed off and everyone were able to take outside photos of the beautiful bride and groom. We were warmed up with good food, good company and the feeling of love going around.
I love watching people and it never fails to warm my soul to watch couples in love. Obviously the happy couple who radiate love, had enough for the everyone in the room to feel loved too, but the love in the speeches from the groom and his two brothers for each other and their dad reduced me to tears.
Watching the older folk holding hands to help each other when walking on uncertain ground and the people who reckon they are past all that lovely dovey nonsense, but when they give their partners a look, you know that they are there for each other and still love each other dearly. Then you have my two friends that even though she calls him a 'baldy old git', it was him who was lovingly rubbing her back as she threw up at the side of the road and not through drink I hasten to add. And although I have no one in my life that I can call my own, I have lots of friends that love me and I them and that is what gets me through all sorts of times and gives me hope.
And one of the highlights for me, was I danced a whole dance. Ok I wanted to pass out afterwards, but for 5mins, I remebered what it felt like to be normal and it was grand. Thank you Robin who was once again my dance partner!
So anyone who spoke to me today and thought that I was a miserable old sod, please excuse me as I am really tired, in fact today was an effort to do anything. So time for bed.

Lots of love Debbie x