Last Sunday we went to visit some dear friends - Jill and Max - and we were ashamed to think that we don't think we have seen them for at least 8 years and maybe a wee bit longer. Jill had to write us a letter to see if we were still alive. That is terrible - friends are so important. Jill (aka Zecky) I met when I had a stall at the markets by the Art Gallery nearly 20 years ago - she is a wonderful artist and a wonderful lady. She taught me an awful lot about being an artist and developing belief in one's ability. When we first moved to Chez Rollerson just over 20 years ago, we took some photos of our house and garden and Jill painted these images for us and made us frame them in 2 lots - one for Grant and one for Bruce (not yet). My photos are not very good because they are hanging in our lounge and have caught the light from the French doors on the other side of the room but they are so lovely to have especially as the back garden was so different - before the studio was built. At the top on the right was a bbq/fireplace - lots of changes. We have promised to visit them again before too long. Max hasn't been well and Jill had had a wee scare but she has so much energy and was full of beans. We had a wonderful afternoon with them both and lots of laughs and stories.
When we left, we wandered up William Street to find a meal (ended up at Lido where the owner told us there is always a table for us and the staff greet us like we are family) but on the way the owners of an Italian restaurant we used to go to a lot before they moved and we have only been once since they moved but we must go again - were sitting outside a restaurant and called out to us by our names (!) and hopped up to give us a hug and chat. Isn't life good when there are so many beautiful people out there?
Ian has been bitten on his thumb (we think) - very localised and swollen and he can't use his hand. I have to open the coffee pot and the wine bottle lids. Serious. I am watching it carefully as I can't think of any other explanation at his stage. My mother would have popped a bread poultice on - I will have to google to see how to make one..
I have started the next page for my book - the plan is to make 20 pages and back them - watch this space.