The cycad, a 35 year telephone conversation and F*ckhead is not a good word to describe anyone

1. The cycad (Cycas revoluta) in the sun room has sent up 15 new fronds. It is a ridiculously joyful burst of leaf action after last year when nothing bloody happened at all except that some of the leaves got a bit yellow. There was lot of bursting out in my day, happiness (Mr Cycad), endurance (Ms C) and unnecessary anger (Mr Grumpy). All excellent bursts in different ways

2. Talking to C on the telephone I was thinking that there are some friends I could never live without and she is one of them. We often don't see each other or talk for months on end. Our relationship has changed over the 35 years we've known each other...a lot of times...but the bit that is really true, the half that loves the other half, is enduring and beautiful.

3. K*ckhead is a bad word. It is not a good word to describe anyone by. I must not use it ever again to assign an analysis of someones ego. Hurt could be done and taken. This is a lesson I should have been able to learn without doing it in the first place. Sorry to anyone I've ever used that phrase to. You know who you are. Anyway today I said it and regretted it and tried to take it back and quite rightly it was refused. I suddenly saw the person in a different light. It was a gift. I suppose its too late to suggest it was said with love...well I know that it is. But you are loved anyway.