Celebrate while we may

 We have been invited out twice this week - a record indeed. On Friday, we went for a wine and nibbles evening at the home of one of the men in our Hundon men's old codgers group to say farewell to another member moving from Hundon to Linton in Cambridgeshire. It was the first time we had met all the wives, and the first time most of the wives had met each other, but the conversation flowed freely with the drink, and everyone amalgamated well, and some new friendships were made. In the end, they even suggested they ought to hold a rival meeting of wives each time we met.

I watched the Abu Dubai grand prix this afternoon. I do not usually watch motor sport, but as aficionados will know, this was special, with Hamilton and the Dutchman Verstappen entering the race neck and neck with equal points. One only had to finish before the other to take the world F1 championship. We were all rooting for Hamilton, hoping he'd take his eighth championship for England, but it was not to be. However, it did feel as though something was not right with this race; there was a crash near the end of the laps, and a safety car drove slowly round as the wreckage was cleared. No cars were meant to pass the safety car, leaving Hamilton over ten seconds ahead, and with three lapped cars between him and Verstappen. But unexpectedly, the race steward let the lapped cars pass ahead of the safety car, allowing the Honda to move up to just a few seconds behind the Mercedes. From there, it succeeded in moving ahead of Hamilon on their fresher tyres. It seemed to me, a mear novice, the most unjust decision in sporting history, so I'm glad they are appealing the decision.  

At the Baltic Amber

Today we went to the Baltic Amber for a fine meal curtosy of Richard and Chris, my brother and sister-in-law. We even had a good bottle of wine and post prandial cocktails thanks to their generous gift - so thank you both! It was a timely gift, for next week I have four separate hospital visits, moving from Papworth to West Suffolk, to Addenbrookes, and ending with my first immunotherapy treatment on Saturday. I hope to remain well on these treatments, but am aware that they can have bad side effects, and I may not feel up to much celebrating if the treatment goes unfavourably.