Classic cream tea at The Abbey Tearooms, Glastonbury.

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22: I talk about how important it is to say what’s on your mind rather than repressing it, how I love depth in a conversation, and what’s going on for me in the months ahead.

I know. It’s raining.

Warm spot.

I never met my grandfather. I’m in awe of his coolness. My dad’s the little one on the right. What a cherub. Sunday best I think. Circa 1937. Aww 😃

And these cute lil critters.

Lifted by the sea.

Yes Rosie. I’ll save you some (she didn’t even eat it in the end. It’s just the mere idea of it right? 😃).

Still there.

Yay for sweet fluffy cattos!

Spot of sunshine? Don’t mind if I do.

Taken from Cadbury Castle, Somerset. By Simon.

20: I talk about my adventures from the last week, the loveliness of friendship and what it’s like in my new housesit.

Cover song - Lonesome Pole Cat - Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

Daily scritch scrotch.

Catto has a serious addiction to Dreamies but she’s only allowed 4 a day. Awwww! Sorry Pickles. They is not good for your tumtums. She’s not impressed.

The cherub. She sleeps.

Meet Pickles. Our catto for the next couple of weeks. ❤️ She’s cute and fluffy and apparently never lets anyone stroke her. The first time she saw me she came right up to me, meowed and demanded some strokes. Yay!

Today was one of those perfect days where everything flowed and reset. I had an amazing, colourful breakfast followed by two chocolate bars. I watched some giggly episodes of Life in Pieces, my zany, surrogate family on the road. I played harp on the lawn in the dappled sunlight surrounded by trees and expanse and later on got complimented in the hotel corridor for my music. I met the local cat, twice, who joined me for lap time on a deckchair. He was silky with the whitest whiskers and the sweetest nature. I celebrated being able to get out of said deckchair. Hooray!

I danced in my personal studio on a beautiful, shiny wooden floor and had the best mirror setup ever. I was happy with what I saw reflected back. I was proud with how far I’d come and all that work I’d done on my body.

I was fierce.

I knew adversity but carried on. I had some damn fine hip moves. My shoulders looked lean and strong. I pounded my arms as the beats came soaring. I stretched and reached. I intertwined with the music and shook out my weaknesses. I belly danced my ass off. All as the CCTV cameras looked on. Hi everyone. I smiled. 🥰

Then - spa time. I taught myself to swim again with my new, temporary offline arm (it feels weird and weak. But not for long. I’m getting better and stronger every day. Yeah). I floated. Like a baby in the womb. I ‘sauna-ered’. I found out my body preferred dry heat. It felt like golden warmth inside. Yum.

And to round off…

I had a neat, spiced rum with the best vanilla scent, on the lawn, in a deckchair, in front of a grand hotel with my favourite human friend. As the balmy night drew in, I realised just how lucky I was. To have freedom. New experiences. A body that loves to dance. And a soul that is full of joyous, sparkly fun.

❤️ New. Catto. Crush ❤️

It’s lovely to play outside today.

Oh look what we have here. Only an empty dance studio for most of the weekend. Now let’s show this body who’s boss.

Yay. Friendly hotel catto. I’m calling her Freedom.

This is the face of someone who feels as free as a bird now, who is grateful to have learnt many lessons this week, who has bought two pineapple muffins with butter icing on top and who is staying in a spa hotel tonight with no responsibility except to relax, swim and steam.