Last night I went to my goddaughter's Engagement Dinner. Without Cliff, clearly.
I enjoyed every minute ... I wallowed in memories of her ... the first time I held her, aged 48 hours ... to the little pig-tailed cutie, the teenager ... now a gorgeous auburn haired beauty of a woman. My heart is happy for her ... I immediately
And the food was .... mmmmmmmm nom nom nom. A hearty soup, pasta ragu, sorbet, cappuccino and one vodka and diet coke :-)
I did cry when I parked in the driveway, but mainly because I knew the heating and hot water wasn't working and the temperature had dropped to zero ... and because, well it's an emotional thing ... realising your goddaughter has got engaged and the years have gone .... when DID she grow up. How did THAT happen. How are my BFF and I both nearing the big 5-0?
I was thinking about this "getting used to thing" and couldn't decide if it was a good thing, or whether I should be sad that I'm in this place. I think he'd be happy for me though. And, then I checked out my widow friend Lynette's blog, to find she'd written along the same lines. Weird huh? No wonder we're off to Hawaii together in a year's time.
Here's the big speech from last night - it's marvellous. Very British. Very funny.