The wedding celebrations went off brilliantly although I got myself all worked up beforehand.
I knew I was going to meet some people I haven't seen in some years and was very conscious of how much I have changed since they last saw me. I felt ashamed of my increased weight, ugly with my supportive shoes and stick and old when I couldn't get up and dance with the others.
They, of course, didn't bat an eyelid. To them I was just the same old Jude who was always good for a laugh, although one or two did ask why I was using a stick.
I hadn't realised how much my mobility had depreciated without the old standards to compare with. I obviously live too sedentary a life in Devon and have got out of the habit of 'living it up'. Pain and lack of money also contributes to this but it's quite something when an old work colleague 15 years your senior out drinks you, out dances you and out lasts you. Mind you, she was always a tad insane!
The weather held, just about, and they had a steel band playing on the terrace before the evening dancing. I now have the 'Kingston Town' tune going over and over in my head - even got my sister singing it 2 days later. I'm sure I will eventually get rid of it but, in the meantime, I can pretend i am in Jamaica.
I spent nearly all of yesterday sleeping from the aftermath of my social whirl of a fortnight. (My sister has a summer house in her garden and it was lovely to snuggle up there among the flowers). I'm still feeling pretty exhausted today and rather dreading the drive back tomorrow but I'll be pleased to be in my own bed again and keen to start my swimming regime.
Has anybody got any tips for energy pick me ups in the meantime?