The phone rang last night. Very late. About 9.51pm to be exact. Even with daylight savings allowances it's a bit late. A ringing phone late at night can strike fear into your soul. 'What's happened?', 'What's gone wrong?'. Brace yourself for tragedy. The world seems a little topsy turvy at the moment. Maybe it is with getting older, losing innocence that such things as a late night call can mean life and death, tragedy... Change... good or bad but definitely change.
Sometimes it is just an innocent phone call from a friend or relative who has lost track of time. It was in this case but the shear relief it brings reminds us we have been holding our breath, getting prepared. We let out a huge sigh of relief. This time. We know from past experience that these calls can bring grief, have us planning..'now, I'll change out of my pyjamas...', 'call the neighbour to watch the children...' Getting prepared. It happens. We know it happens. Hopefully not to us but no doubt we have all received too many calls in the past. Even one is too many.
So hooray to late night calls from those who forget the time. I give thanks for my family and friend's health, happiness and well being and support those whose life has suddenly turned in the wrong direction. May everyone be safe, well and happy. The blogging world definitely included...
Ciao for now
just Martha
