You can't turn back time.

I was rushing to get to the Coffee Morning this morning and saw Keith waiting at the bus stop. I said, aye up, how are you doing. He didn't look too good and seems to have aged a lot in the three months since I last saw him. He told me he had been ill, really ill, and still wasn't quite right. He is a keen walker and usually walks every day, but says he has had to cut down . He often gets the bus to town because he  doesn't have a vehicle to drive himself. He used to have a campervan and went up north for weeks at a time. The Lake District was his preferred destination. That's the third person in a few days that has talked about being ill over Christmas. 

Coffee Morning was a hive of activity. Quite a lot of people chattering away. Last week I sat for ten minutes talking to the ladies I usually see at Crafty Club. I moved away and sat at a table by myself after one of the ladies seemed to cough a lot. This week I didn't join in with their chattering. I like to sit on my own and get on with a bit of sewing. 

Pat came across and told me about a trip they are planning to organise. A mini bus to the NEC at Birmingham for a craft event. She asked me if I would be interested in driving the mini bus. She had enquired with a company to rent one, but they said she couldn't have one. Apparently they have an age limit of 70. Pat is 71. She asked if I could do it. I said, if that is their limit, they won't let me have one, I am 75. She said, oh, I didn't know. 

Comments on the blog have gone a bit quiet. It gives me a breathing space. They have ramped up on the yootooob channel though, and not one rude or nasty one among them. Strange innit. I probably get off lightly for hate mail compared to others on social media. I wonder how long it will take for people to stop fighting with each other, and realise you can't turn back time. Cue song. 

This video reminds me of when I went to see Cher at Sheffield Arena on 19th of May 2004. My birthday treat. This is her Farewell Tour. I don't know which venue this was filmed at, but I was in the middle of a crowd just like this. It was magic. Row 36, Block c, Seat 17. Ticket £35. Glad I did it then, couldn't do it now. 

Now it's time to eat. I have half a stir fry left over from last night. I will bulk it up with some chick peas. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona