It’s been a long day, and I’m currently sitting with a damp flannel on my head because I forgot my hat. Lady M had been accepted to be in the Pride parade on behalf of the people she works for. I went to support and found a spot to claim to watch from.
It was her first pride march, so she was very excited and nervous. She was with colleagues, however, so there was support for her. By the end, when we met at our pre-arranged rendezvous spot near Embankment tube station, she was hot and exhausted. Between the excitement and sun, she was fairly glowing – and that made two of us, hence the damp flannel on my head at the moment.
A grand day out. Glorious sunshine and people watching for me, though I did feel a bit like the boring wallflower surrounded by people who all seemed to know each other. Perhaps in part, it was being sober among many people who weren’t. It certainly stoked a bit of the old imposter syndrome, which is still lurking.
A bigger part was that I was alone in the crowd, so didn’t have anyone to metaphorically bounce off. Something to plan better for next time.
For now, I’m tired and a bit sunburned, but it’s been a good day. Lady M is fast asleep, and hardly any snoring.