Reeaaly late, so I'll keep it short.

It was team meet day today, and I now I feel ready for next weekend. What an excellent feeling, to be with a whole bunch of people that you feel you could trust with your life, literally and figuratively. On the way there I suddenly imagined what it would be like to spend a day with my father, and felt all my longing for a father who I was really close too. I was overwhelmed, and entered the training room a little shaky, but rather excited by previously unimaginable possibilities.

Good evening in Rasa, Stoky, with Dan and Ann. I wonder if my lack of resentment has an effect on them - conversation certainly seemed a bit less bitchy than normal, though maybe I used to encourage and even start it. At lunchtime I had asked Ann if she wanted to go on the weekend and she had practically agreed there and then, but it's a pity she can't go to the last introductory evening tomorrow. If I had asked her earlier ...

Tonight Dan told us about this amazing house on a Greek Island we can stay at over Easter for £160 a week. It sounds fabulous, tiny village, no tourists, but Ann can't fly. I mused on whether I should say that if she did the weekend I would guarantee she would be able to fly with us, or I'd pay the fee, but decided that was a bit of a risk, though as I write this I am thinking that it would be true to say that she would be able to face her fears. Yes, I'll tell her that tomorrow.