I seem very adept at working myself into a state over very little. Before Lyn got up this morning, I had a chat with Charlie. It was just a brief ‘hi’ over Facebook, but during its course, C told me something was up with her throat. I said i hoped she was ok, but thought little of it until later,

This afternoon I took myself to stratford for my usual stroll. On my way, I thought about my conversation with Charlie. Something – pure paranoia probably – I suddenly started to fret that her throat issue might not be so dismissible. Given how short on detail Charlie had been, might she have something far darker? I suddenly felt a shiver: having to say good-bye to such a great friend, to such an incredible person, was almost too dark for me to contemplate.

Thinking over it I was being absurd; and a quick Facebook message resolved the matter – Charlie is fine. Yet given what happened with my friends from school, an you blame me? Losing so many friends has made me expect the worst. Today, though, is not one of those days: all is well, all is resolved. I need to stop being so melodramatic. Yet it just goes to show the effects of having attended a special school can have on one’s life. Nevertheless I really need to organise a meet up with charie soon.