It constantly amazes me how my friends in England always welcome me with such genuine pleasure, welcoming me into their arms, hearts and homes. I donít wish to belittle myself but honestly I am not the most interesting, well educated, amusing or culturally knowledgeable person that they know, yet even so with each visit they make me feel important and an essential part of their lives. It really is a privilege knowing that I have such faithful and loyal friends even if it is rare, perhaps only
At this present moment in my life I have been constantly wondering how come I can be so happy and contented when my life is so empty and uninteresting.
How come everything is such a pleasure when in the extremely limited free time that I do have all I manage to achieve is to either sleep or vegetate in front of the television?
Every resolution I make to include new activities and interests to my daily life fall along the wayside after some pathetic attempts to make them
I do wonder if my self-imposed reclusion has made me somewhat egocentric. Not to the extent of being incapable of supporting any contrariety to my own personal desires, but sufficiently to cause annoyance when they are opposed.
All of the holidays I have shared with Sue & Rod have been extremely enjoyable and this one was probably the best; full of laughter, moments of pure emotion and a sharing that few people are capable of achieving. Yet there were moments where the thought
Well all my fears were dispelled on entering Russia, for the first and unfortunately probably the last time, the moment the pretty young girl waved me through passport control. Even so they lasted a considerably moment as the rubber stamping seemed to be interminable. Even all my deep rooted anxieties had evaporated by the end of the first day.
The Internet had fuelled every possible apprehension I could harbour, from the bad weather,currency controls, insecurity and police checks
My emotional state of mind and appreciation of all the advantages that I have in life have reached such a level that I find it difficult to put into words the happiness that I am experiencing at present. I fear that I will burst due to an overdose of well-being. I am well aware of the influence the beauty of my living environment on my moods and this summer has been exceptional in exposing all the wonders of living here in the South of France. How unfortunate that these feelings canít be bottled