Today was shopping day. Dan did not play petanque as he usually does on Thursday morning as he has recently been appointed vice-chairman of the Probus Club. He went to his first committee meeting instead. I did a little ironing and one or two other chores. The young woman who has bought the flat next door and round the corner called and I told her that Dan would knock on her door when he returned home. Her father is helping her renovate the kitchen of her flat and they needed Dan's advice on the water supply.
Thursdays are poignant for me; we found our daughter dead on a Thursday afternoon. We went today to the supermarket in Havant where she would shop every other week and where we went the day she died. Dan had his car cleaned and filled up on petrol. When all of this was achieved, we went into the centre of Havant and parked at the Meridian Centre. I saw an old workmate from my days at the Portsmouth News. We chatted for a while and she told me that another former colleague recovered from cancer and is now well. I told her of Katy's death and how nothing is personal at The News any more; when I placed Katy's death announcement I wished that dear Arthur, who was front office manager for so many years, had been there to talk to. It was good to see her and catch up a little.
There have been more calls from a withheld number on my mobile phone. I blocked my son some time ago. I went to the O2 shop and the technician there activated the facility to block anonymous calls. Then my son phoned and did not withhold his number so I blocked that. Sometimes there will be calls on my blacklist log that follow the same pattern; two calls, quite close together. This has not happened since November but there were two calls today. It will be his birthday soon. When we arrived home there was a message showing but no one had spoken; that, too was from a withheld number. Is he lonely? Is he ill? I worry that he has been smoking pot or skunk and that this has caused the change in personality. I still love my son and I always shall but I cannot see that there will ever be a reconciliation. I hope that he will one day find happiness.
Dan has gone to his bridge club. I am going to have a light tea with a glass of Prosecco and then go to bed with my iPod. I have to phone the charity shop first thing to see if I am needed. If not, we shall walk as usual.
The daffodils from Marks and Spencer are beautiful; creamy white, the sort with layers of petals and a little yellow in the centre. They give me hope and lift my spirits. The fine white orchid that our friend Sabine gave us a few years ago is blooming again; only two stalks this time but the stalks have extra branches. The bulbs from the market have been disappointing this year but we shall take them to Vence and plant them in the garden as usual. Spring flowers are the daintiest. Katy loved primroses.
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