Party

It WAS a wild Saturday - here, anyway. What a party we had! Quite the best I've been to. I can say that, because I didn't organise it. It was such fun. Food, of course, and drink, friends, entertainment, the Four Revs from X Factor and Strictly Come Dancing (Eat your heart out, Sergeant) and dancing.



My friend, Louise, had told me about a disabled buggies' conga at Greenbelt this year; so I fulfilled a long-cherished ambition to dance with Jane again. I only ran over one or two people before they gave me a wide berth.











I have to admit not everyone found it as exciting as I did, but then Caleb had done a great job as my spokesman, as I couldn't trust myself to speak coherently.

And it went on not only that evening, but also continued on Sunday, so that we had dancing/marching round church in the morning ('We are marching in the light of God'), and then non-stop lunch and tea in the afternoon.
It's not quite the end of our time here in Stanford, but it is how I shall hope to remember it, full of laughter, shared memories and enjoyment. As I said (or at least Caleb did for me), this is the place that I have experienced God's amazing love for me above all - to such an extent that it has transformed what I'm going through with MND to a positive experience - of being loved. And I'm so grateful.