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I give thanks for a fab cab driver this morning. He took me a very scenic route and we were happily chatting away about all kinds of things of mutual interest before about half way through the journey he dropped into the conversation he was autistic and I had one of those light bulb moments. Of course he was easy to talk to - he was wired up differently too! We spent the last few miles of the journey  how fascinating (but odd) normal people are...It makes a huge difference to the enforced socialising of my dialysis days if the company is congenial so I was also grateful to have one of the nurses I get on with best putting me on and taking me off the machine...and then my favourite Romanian chauffeur drove me home so more comfortable communication swapping stories of places we have been and places we'd like to go. A very blessed day...

Men in uniforms really don't do it for me...unless they're white Officer and Gentleman style with lots of velcro on! Thus I give lots of thanks for an extra element to enjoy in this year's male Monty performance which is always funny and sad and moving and uplifting anyway. Listening to the 'ordinary' people telling their stories it suddenly made me realise I could do something like that too, only I don't, I tend to dismiss mine as history or make some joke about still being here. If you've not had the disease, even if a loved one has, or your work is related to its treatment, trust me you don't really know what a profound and lasting effect it can have on your psyche, let alone your battered body. Somehow you're never really quite the same again. I give thanks for this annual awareness raising campaign...for the refreshing alternative femininity of Martina Navratilova in amongst the women's group...oh and for discovering Alexander Armstrong can sing. I really had no idea!

I wonder how much farther I can go before I have to check the spelling of the post titles. Just a couple more days I reckon - I get French and Spanish teens easily muddled up.