Today was the last day of my course. I now have two lovely sets of cardboard pattern blocks, and I got to use the notching clipper which is the coolest thing ever.
One of the nicest things about doing this course, and certainly the most unexpected, was chatting with the other participants. It struck me today how nice it was, five women of different backgrounds and experiences sharing our lives with each other. And yes to some degree it was superficial stuff but we also discussed significant things such as family dysfunction, health problems and infertility. I don't know that I'll ever see any of them again but it was a nice time.
I had a watershed moment on the way home: a young man offered me his seat on the bus. I had conflicting emotions - on the one hand, win, and on the other: am I old? Although David has just told me that school pupils are required to offer their seats to any adult standing, so I shall not dwell on it.
And I got home to find that the world has changed today. Hope and change, such amazing words. I'm thrilled beyond belief to see such change, I hope very much to see more.
I went looking for a photo to sum up the day, to sum up this feeling of incredibly awesome and tears leaking out and hope for the future and tidal waves of emotions. And I give you Hook-Hand Jesus, who is holding holy water in his hook:
Some day his story will be told.