This weekend We saw all the people in our life, who have either been there for us, or we have become good friends with over the last two months. It was indeed a celebration of recovery, but also a realisation of those who are and continue to be there for both myself and Jason are good people, with no agenda, real friends, caring individuals who have been an inspiration for me and a rock to hold onto!
On Friday, Jack and his girlfriend came over with Terry. Having just met Jack, I can indeed say that he is a genuine, nice guy. The twin brother of a Sam, an old friend who went through similar heartache as me, through the actions of some of those who's only aim is to destroy others, create unhappiness, butcher ones future and rewrite history, to suit their own agenda. I digress!
I would like to Thank Terry Clark and his Nan, for their generous offer, in making the cake for our Wedding. It truly amazes me, just how generous people have been, towards myself and Jason. In times of hardship, you really can tell who your real friends are and it certainly is not those we left behind. Munificent gestures, like that from Terry, makes our Wedding even more personal and will ensure that our 'Big Day', will always be a memory we will never forget!
Since returning from Australia, Chris had become stuck in a rut. He wasn't working, he had become apathetic and he was going no where fast. Sometimes the circumstances we find ourselves in can be the problem. Friends can encourage each other, to do the wrong thing, or indeed, do very little. It is not done in a malicious way, it is done through ignorance and lack of motivation or desire! So Chris is coming home. My door is always open, I don't expect money or payment. I like to give, end of! Some people will of course take advantage of that situation, I know the ones that do not and Chris is one of those. Chris also wants to write and feels it would be easier to do that here. Writing is a passion and he has that passion at the moment!
Nobody seemed to take much notice of Eurovision to be honest with you. The party turned into a bedroom party, as they always tend to do. As per usual there was a mixture of fancy dress and conversation..Myself Jamie and Christopher, went on a Scavenger Hunt around Southampton, dressed in our finery. I was a member of ISIS and Jamie was GLAMOROUS. Our GLAMOROUS Jamie, hobbled along in a pair of size 10, sequin shoes, red wig, and Union Jack accessories. Chris wore a onesie and I was in a Muslimesque outfit, on my way to Syria, to start a new life! We walked, for what seemed like miles, up and down, round and round. We found a Silver Cross Pram, as a present for our Kirsty. The suspension was perfect. With a bit of a scrub it would be perfect for Baby Imogen. A present from GLAMOROUS and ISIS!
I must have had about three hours sleep in total, not a lot, but more than enough for me. Jason and Dale were helping Jack move out to The Stage Door in Southampton. I cleaned the house from the weekend debris and the three of us went into town, where we met Jack and Natalie.
When I think of that first Bank Holiday, when I relapsed, things were very different back then. Today I have better people around me, enjoy better times and am much, much stronger. There is a complete difference. These last two months have been hard, but this Bank Holiday, everyone, I hold dear were at Capri. It was a fitting end to such a bad period of my life! To spend the beginning of the good times, with those you love, is a bonus and a privilege.
Peace and love!