Tired but happy

Gosh am I tired. Another good night last night, and another couple of old friends were met. Went to mum’s first to meet her and Angie, and unknown to me, Jill, who was a replacement in a band I used to play with (there have been quite a few). Another lovely girl, and it was nice to see her again. Down the pub we bumped into the sister of the singer from last night’s band, who often used to come to our gigs. Both of these two told me that they admire me for what I am doing and think I am brave. I don’t feel brave really, I just feel like I’m being myself. Still it’s nice for people to say such things, and all the girls especially have been really great with me so far.

Spoke to a few guys too last night (sorry Pip I did speak to strange men like you told me not to, but you don’t know if they’re strange ‘til you talk to them do you). One of them was the guy who chatted me up a couple of weeks ago, I suspected then that I was actually at primary school with him, so I asked his name last night and sure enough it was him. He hasn’t changed that much, perhaps not as much as me anyway! He couldn’t figure out who I was, I even told him what my first name used to be (eventually), and I even lived round the corner from him. Maybe it will come to him. Personality-wise he’s not like he was at school, though that was more than 30 years ago, in fact he was very friendly and even philosophical. If nothing else it’s reassuring that guys from Kendal actually want to talk to me. I don’t fancy him though, but it was nice just the same.

So it was generally a good night, everyone very happy, even the music was good, mostly, but you can’t please all the people all the time can you.

My bed is beckoning me. Lucy sleeeep now…

xx