Chippy tea - In the name of Thiago - Day 313
Friday night does mean chippy tea though, (please excuse my very northern sounding expression but this is without doubt a phrase that has stuck), which is without doubt reason to celebrate. And there's only one place I'll ever go for that nowadays - the Dancing Octopus where the lovely ladies of Becky, Gemma, Tash and Jill always look after me.
This little pebble was a gift from my friend Mark when he came down to the house on the Wednesday of the last week of my 350 mile fundraising walk. I think, though I haven't asked him, that it was meant to be a simple point of encouragement to get me through the last three days of the walk. Now I see it as something that I can do keep my mental health in a more positive place going forward. Whichever it is, it helps. That's enough.