Sunday

Morning, everyone.  I was up at stupid o'clock this morning after a very restless night indeed.  I have no idea why as I was proper tired yesterday evening.  Maybe it was an over-active brain after such a sociable afternoon and early evening, I don't know.  The important thing is that I have an 'empty' morning so if I need to nap, I can.

Yesterday was lovely.

First of all, both my oodies (one isn't the real deal) arrived yesterday.  I'm wearing the long one as I type and it is cosy and comfortable.  I'm so pleased.
One of you was asking about the length - I'm sorry, I can't remember who and can't find the comment.  It's fine - in the photo on Amazon, it shows as calf length but for me at 5'4" , it comes down to nearly ankle length but not quite.  It's a perfect length, not too long but long enough.  Hope that helps.
Here's the link to it - definitely not a proper oodie brand quality but cheaper and it works for me.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B09B139LPZ/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o04_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1

The other lovely thing was L's wedding.  There were six of us from school - the three teachers are all retired while the three TAs are still digging on in there!  The weather was gorgeous and it was a proper 'Essex' wedding.  Not the least bit posh but funny and friendly and comfortable.  The families clapped the two readers in the service, the groom cracked jokes from the front, there was a free bar at the reception, it was a home made buffet, all beige and pastry with a huge stack of doughnuts instead of a cake, no speeches and we all had a really lovely time.  I wouldn't have wanted it any other way - it was perfect for L and S.

One of the readings was a sort of poem and I'm going to reproduce it at the end because, soppy as it is, it really touched me.

I took some photos but most of them are rubbish.  Here's the best one, of the lovely bride.  She looked stunning.

The funniest part for us from school was the way certain teenage lads kept giving us sidelong glances and tried to avoid catching our eye.  I had several of them in Y1 or 4, as did H and S in different years (the three of us retired at the same time).  The other funny thing was the double takes I am still getting from people.  One ex mum just couldn't believe her eyes and kept saying so - loudly.

I didn't stay all evening.  It was getting dreadfully noisy and my hearing aids didn't like it one bit.

Today is an easy day.  I might go over to Beth's this afternoon, if that is OK by her, and there's a pretty strong chance I will snooze at some point this morning too.
What are you doing today?  xx

This is the poem.

Maybe

Maybe . . .
We are supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe . . . 

It is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe . . .

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of what comes their way.

Maybe . . .

The best kind of love is the kind where you can sit on a sofa together and never say a word and then walk away feeling it was the best conversation you've even had.

Maybe . . .

You shouldn't go for looks - they can deceive.  Don't go for wealth, even that fades away.  Go for someone who makes you smile because it only takes a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

Maybe . . .

You should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

Maybe . . .

Love is not about finding the perfect person, it is about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.