The RW is off to Wales today to visit her sister. I always send her off with mixed feelings. One is that I really look forward to "alone" time, the other one being that I miss her when she's away! The time before last I had an accident and wrote off my Honda Jazz, so she worries about me and my inability to look after myself! (World's worst Worrier - that's the RW for you!)

I'm looking forward to the wee bit of space, although it's going to be a busy weekend. Parish lunches, dogs and dad all have to be "seen to" and a little bit of AA tonight, the Diocesan Council tomorrow in Irvine, preparation for three services on Sunday. Suddenly my "alone" time doesn't seem to be awfully "alone"!

However, the sun is still splitting the skies, and a wee wander round the park with the canines seems to be an attractive start to the weekend. Now, see, I wouldn't have been saying that two weeks ago! These pills are kicking in, I think. Suddenly the world seems a better place to live in, and nothing seems to be so terrible that it cannot be overcome.

The big, big struggle just now is the smoking, or lack of it. My soul cries out constantly for a cigarette, and it's a craving I can't seem to budge. What a struggle. It's the hardest thing I've ever tried to do.