This year? There may be trouble ahead, as the song goes. There are certainly physio and support service appointments and, as Nick's mobility has taken a visible nosedive lately, probably meetings with health professionals to talk of electric chairs and hoists. All this will be in the diary.
But I am planning lunches, outings, bringing friends round to say hello (my friends - shamefully, many of them have not even seen Nick in the time he's been here. Not for want of trying but because it's been difficult. It's hard enough to get to meet my friends full stop these days - how is it that we all seem to have got busier?? - and Nick's care needs and somewhat unsocial hours have made it tricky to fit into other people's patterns. Also, in truth, I have often really needed to get away from him and see other people, think other thoughts.) But I think it's time to bring them into the picture and make his little flat into a party house. When we have made the effort to involve people and do something social he has enjoyed it so much, "Oh, I have enjoyed this. It's been lovely!" (for all the world sounding like our dad) so I want to make it happen more.
I want to make the most of our time together while Nick is still able to socialise, and this year the diary pages are going to look like something from the Great Gatsby. Photos, leaflets, phone numbers of pretty men and witty girls, coloured inks and felt pen doodles? Yep. There may even be stickers. I am determined that this is going to be a very good year.