The Accusation

My boyfriend and I jetted off in the car to Surrey yesterday afternoon to see my friend and her husband. It's always such a settling and relaxing experience to spend time with them. On our drive down, my boyfriend and I remembered how much we had enjoyed going to the local pub with them before, but thought that since my friend is expecting a baby in a few months that it would probably be out of the question. On arriving, they suggested we all take a slow walk to the same place for a drink. The four of us (plus bump) wandered up there and found ourselves a table. The pub had been decorated for Halloween and I think the bar staff had been having their own private celebration as they all appeared a little tipsy. Like the other week, I resisted alcohol and drank fizzy water instead. I don't seem to have lost any more pounds, but I am keeping on with the fight and it didn't make much of a difference to the evening. My friend wasn't drinking and the 'boys' only had a couple.

We stayed overnight and returned here this afternoon. While at my friend's, I pulled today's card, the 7 of Butterflies. Thinking of the traditional interpretation of this card, I see an interesting visual in this image. I have never trusted this card, so I sense some kind of deception, infidelity or disloyalty in the central, large insect. It flaps it's wings and the other's follow it. This makes me think of gossip or bad-mouthing. This is often one of those cards which speaks of things we don't yet know, so I wouldn't be surprised if people are talking about me behind my back or circulating some kind of lies. It could have something to do with my boyfriend, since someone has accused him of saying something about a work colleague which he hasn't. He is not a gossipy kind of bloke, so I think that this accusation, from someone who should have known better, has hurt him.

We are both tired today. I think we need a good sleep, for we have a big day looming tomorrow. I have my chronic fatigue appointment early in the morning, and then have to hot-foot it over to where he is to attend what I can of Julie's funeral.


Illustration from The Favole by Victoria Frances