Day 62

I went to see Elsbeth today at the hospital but she had gone home already, so I bought a bunch of flowers for the first time in 20 years and visited her at her flat. It was immensely embarrassing walking around with flowers. I don't understand why that should be. Firstly what do I care what complete strangers think? Secondly what's wrong with men and flowers? I obviously have some work to do with my therapist.

Rev Dave was just leaving Elsbeth's place as I arrived. She was seated in her favourite chair, huddling a cup of tea and surrounded by flowers and cards. She smiled at me when I walked in. If only I could describe that smile and the effect it had on this broken old soul. In that smile were contained the glow of a thousand radiant suns, the warmth of a late spring breeze, fragrant with life and peace. I know, perhaps a bit excessive but you get the idea.

I washed up a few things and was about to go when she gave me a thank you card. I said it was unnecessary but she insisted. Here are the words:

Dear Aaron,

Thank you for your dear friendship. It means the world to me.

The LORD bless you
and keep you;
the LORD make his face shine upon you
and be gracious to you;
the LORD turn his face toward you
and give you peace.

With all my love,

And when I thought the day couldn't get any better, Harry was waiting outside my door when I got home.

Day 61

I am overwhelmed with feelings of glumness today. Its grey outside, Harry has not returned, and its the beginning of another pointless year.

On the bright side Elsbeth will be home tomorrow. I popped in today to see her at the hospital but she was sleeping, so left a message with the nurse.

I hope Harry comes home.

Day 60

2009 and true to form I am grumpy as hell. The idiots upstairs decided to celebrate New Year with a bang and were at it all night. Thump, thump, thump, ooohh.... and so on. I didn't sleep a wink.

I'm sure they are not idiots, but let me have my moment.

Elsbeth is definitely on the mend and should be out in a couple of days. I offered to water her plants but she kindly refused. I don't think she wanted to risk the drowning of her babies.

Her hospital bed was surrounded with huge bouquets of flowers and dozens of cards and like yesterday there was a steady stream of visitors, lots of laughter, hugs and kisses. Fortunately nobody tried to touch me.

When I got home I decided that it was time to let Harry out to explore his new environs. I hope he'll come back. That fat cat has snuggled his arrogant way into my heart and I'd be sorry to lose him.

So, 2009. Any resolutions, Aaron?

Keep on breathing.

That'll do.