Shoulder's ok. Just started the dreaded physiotherapy today! It will be another long haul, but hopefully this time it will be a little better.
As you say, most people are basically good, and it's that thought that helps me keep sane a lot of the time. I see that Trump has seen fit to criticise the mayor of London this week, because he told people not to be alarmed by the increased police presence on the streets following the terror attacks. So he has time to make unfounded attacks on things that aren't his concern, while at the same time antagonising the population back home. I sincerely have never known a man in international politics with such a high opinion of himself (based on absolutely no evidence) apart, that is, from Kim Jong Un.
On to nicer things - I had a 'be thankful for what you've got' type of day recently.
It was little Olivia's 4th birthday at the weekend and all of my kids and their partners came over to the house for a little party. Lowis, who is Paul's new partner, has a 13 year son called Luke with a rare syndrome called schizencephally, which basically has left him unable to walk and with severe health/communication problems. He's a remarkable lad who is very bright and loves learning new stuff. Barbara sat with him for a long time telling him stories of when she was a little girl growing up in what was then called East Pakistan (now Bangladesh). He kept asking more and more questions and was obviously engrossed in the tales.
Best moment was when Olivia tried to pronounce the name of the condition and ended up saying 'Schizencuddly' . It made us all laugh and Lowis said that it made her day - she would now tell everyone that is the proper way to pronounce it.
Following the weekend, Luke had to undergo a 6 hour operation to sort out his permanently dislocated hips - the latest in a long line of surgical procedures he's had to endure in his short life. You may have noticed some reference to this (and the weekend get together) on Facebook. He came through it safely and the first words he spoke on recovery were 'I did it'.
In view of what we were talking about above, the inherent goodness of people shone through like a beacon. Lowis, who gave birth to Luke when she was just 17, and who has dedicated her life to him - particularly as the father disappeared before he was born. The doctors and nurses who cared for him, and continue to care for him, in hospital. And I was proud of all of my children for simply accepting Luke for who he is, and making him and Lowis welcome.
I wanted to share all this with you as it genuinely made me feel happy, but it also brought a lump to my throat.
Finally (I promise!) Tomorrow is our general election - I go to vote more in hope than in confidence, as I believe the current government will unfortunately be returned, perhaps with a reduced majority, but they will most likely get back in. It doesn't make me feel confident for the future, but who knows, we may have a surprise result.