It’s been a lovely week, if you take the more matter of work out of the equation, but despite saying that, there’s even been a lot of laughter at work. “How’s your week been?” “Hysterical” “As in really funny?” “No, as in, there’s been a lot of hysteria.” Two financial claims in one month, due in on the same day. Not pleasant. And then the usual, random sloping shoulders emails, where people synchronize delegation with exercising muscles in their fingers. I digress.
My graduated bob of last year is a thing of the past. Typically, as has happened in every radical thing I’ve done with my hair since I was 18, I couldn’t maintain it, and by “couldn’t” read “couldn’t be bothered”. It’s back to being the same as it’s always been, albeit it’s also very, very red. The wonder of one of your besties being the hairdresser who’s taken care of you on and off since you were 18. She just knows. She knows not to ask whether I want a fringe. I do. But within a few hours I’m brushing it off my face. She knows I need to be able to tie it back, even though I say I won’t. And she knew as she cut the graduated bob what the outcome would be (it was around the same point she was telling me how much I like to tie it back). Dying my hair means we get longer to chat, to fall into the pitter-patter of conversation, the fact that we can interrupt each other with excitement and eagerness, whereas my husband still can’t get past interrupting him being rude.
On Tuesday I caught up with a colleague from my time in Manchester. I guess now more a friend than a colleague, it’s probably coming up ten years since we worked together, and whilst we kept in contact on work related stuff, like most things it’s optional. I was so rubbish last year, I cancelled on him at the last-minute, with everything going on, my ability to relax in company beyond my immediate circle had disappeared, now that it’s all over, things are falling back into place. And it’s people who know, know so much has happened, and just listen, without question, and as always, like so many, they’ve been through it or worse, and it’s ok, it seems optimism keeps us going. That, and a headstrong belief in karma.
And then there was Thursday, a night out at The Other Room. It seems I have discovered the flaw with pub theatre, when you’re in a good mood, and the theatre is fantastic, and there is a pub, the alcohol seems to go to my head a lot quicker (this may have also been linked to me seeing how much water I could drink during the day). It was a wonderful night out with the fairy godmother. Absolutely surreal to me, I compared it to a busman’s holiday for her.
But even so, I reflect on the week, and it’s amazing to have such people to intersperse the more difficult bits. Yes, of course, my wonderful little people keep me absolutely in check. Keeping me in check. For that I remain grateful. But this week, I’ve realised, the girls who’ve kept me going since I was 17, the people who I’ve met since I’ve worked, who seem to always be around when I need them. My life is richer because of the people around me.