Stop feeling sorry for yourself!

Jon left for work and I felt like bawling my eyes out but instead I made myself get showered and dressed. I decided to walk down the road to the Shique Nail & Beauty Salon which is in the front room of a house. I met Rewa, who is a blonde 40ish lady and very pretty, she couldn't fit me in until next Thursday so that is something to look forward to. It costs $30 which is about £12 much the same as UK I think or maybe a bit cheaper.

I then decided to walk around to Maungatapu Park and see what that was like. I crossed the park and it brings you out at the entrance to Rotary Park so I walked down there. The tide was in and there were quite a few families sitting on the grass having picnics, one boy with a jet ski and a few children playing in canoes. Across the far side I saw a lady with a lovely white Husky type dog so I took the bull by the horns and went over to her and said hello. Turns out she is English and called Margaret originally from Nottingham, she has lived here for 35 years. She told me she visited Cambridge four years ago when she was in the UK with her daughter. Sadly her husband died in September from cancer and she is feeling a bit low and she was so nice to talk to. We chatted for an hour or so and she gave me lots of tips and advice and for the first time in a few days I felt I could see a light at the end of the tunnel.

She offered to drive me home so she could see where our house was and gave me her phone number(I couldn't give her mine yet as I can't remember it!) and said if she sees something coming up that might interest me she will come and pick me up and take me. So after that I felt really good and was glad I had made the effort. As I was getting out of the car she suggested I get myself some sensible walking shoes as there are some lovely walks around. I told her our things were on the way over and would soon be here. When I got out of the car I looked down at my feet and could understand why she had said it. I had a pair of white sandals on and a plaster on my toe from too much walking in KL and sticking out of the top of the plaster were two big blades of grass!!! Start the way you mean to go on I say.