This green and very pleasant land

Aye aye it certainly was a full moon last night, as today I've turned into an emotional wreck!

Julie came round looking gorgeous, she was lovely and brown and she looked totally relaxed for a change. She told me all the news from our friends and made me laugh with tales of her familes mad holiday adventures.
She brought me two stunning whiskey glasses decorated in a traditional pattern for my belated birthday present from one of our favourite shops, also I got an unexpected present from the owner of that actual shop, who remembered me and a letter from my old best friend Kerem.
I did have moist eyes when I read Kerem's letter to me, but I kept it under control. I met Kerem the very first time Julie and I went out to Turkey on holiday and he has been a really good friend to us over the years, always looking after us and getting us out of trouble whenever we needed help, so that was a lot of work for him!
I'll never forget when I got rushed into hospital the very first time with this damn disease and he rang me from Turkey to the hospital ward here.
Bless him, he's this huge rock of a man who is quite scary to meet at first, but a big softy underneath. But even though his English is brilliant, he was finding it a bit hard trying to pick the right words and not to worry me when he was worried himself.
So in the end he told me not to die, as he had just brought a large glitter ball for his bar and I had to see it!
Given a reason like that to live, it would have been churlish to die!

I met my mother's social worker today and he seemed a very kind and competent man. He wants mother to try a daycare centre once a week so she can meet other people of her own age, which I could tell she wasn't over impressed at the idea. But she agreed to it anyway, once I impressed on her that it was daycare and she could come home at the end of each day, plus it was only once a week.
I think it would be a great idea if we can actually get here there, as she does totally rely on me for her social life. I think perhaps I mother her too much?
I suppose she thought if she agreed, she had at least another three weeks before he could sort it out and by then she could come up with enough reasons that convince me not to make her go.
Also they are sending out a assessing carer, if that's the right term, who will watch her and then feed back how well she is doing, to determine what amount of care she'll get in the long run and hopefully get her confidence up again.

So, so far, no real tears, so why the emotional day? I was pleased to see Julie, and pleased that my friends hadn't forgotten me over there. A bit worn out yes from all this trying to sort mother's needs out I admit, but not tearful.
So why?
Because I had recorded 'Last night of the Proms' and watched it late this afternoon while getting my dinner sorted. Why does 'Land of Hope and Glory' reduce me to tears more than 'Rule Britannia' and if the first one didn't make me cry enough, then 'Jerusalem' has me weeping like baby. And 'God save the Quee' sends shivers up my spine.
I sat there in front of my TV crying into my 'Slimming world' bolognese while saying how much I love it... the music not the bolognese, although that was very yummy too.
I so love the 'Last night at the Proms' and everything it stands for, the pomp and regalia, that it has people dressing up in their own or hired bow ties and tuxedos, tiaras and ballgowns, or people dressing up as Dr Livingstone and The Beatles.
Singing to Jerusalem is so apt at this time of year with the fields freshly ploughed, recently cut hedges, but still lots of green about and clear blue skies .
It just looks hopeful out there, like a newly spruced up boy starting a new term at school. It really is a green and pleasant land that we live in. I really hope that all the younger generation that were singing this at the top of their voices in the audience, stop and listen to the words too and say 'yeah actually Britain is pretty great!'

Ok I am officially pretty damn weird!

Lots of love Debbie x