One thing I'm not so thankful for is that Thursdays keep coming around so fast. That's not implying that I don't want to write these posts (if I didn't, I wouldn't!) but the fact that life is passing so quickly.
Nor am I thankful for the fact that a friend of 45 years or more who has cancer has not received good news this week.
Anyway this week I am particularly thankful for the re-emergence of certain people in my life. Circumstances largely, possibly, of my making and in my mind had meant that I hadn't been in touch for a long time. Pat read out a message in one of the Christmas cards which had been sent to Eagleton. It said that it would be nice if the writer could hear my voice again. So for the New Year I rang him and then I rang his Mum. He is one of my God-children (or was 'cos he's long since ceased to be a child) and his Mum and Dad were two of my closest friends many many years ago. As an aside they lived in Penny Lane (the one made famous in the Beatles song of that name).