Slumdogs and happy endings

Again I have been so touched by all your kind comments. I am slowly improving!

I went to see Slumdog Millionaire just after having tooth removed, which probably wasn't very good timing, but i was keen to see the film and it was the last opportunity in Falmouth. If anyone hasn't seen it - well. I really didnt think I would survive the first hour. The scenes of the slums are horrific. Brilliantly shot. Nightmare enducing.

Slumdog took on a different meaning as the poison from the infection seeped into my mouth, not helped by feeling as if my jaw had had an argument with a particularly aggressive crowbar.

The next day, visions of the slums still shot through my head, and my face was blown up like a hamster on the offending side. But infections apart, the film is horrifying but brilliant. Don't go unless you're feeling strong. (And I wanted to know what happened to him - and her - once he'd got the money. But there you go.)

On a completely different topic, I had a phone call from a dear friend this morning who has been unlucky - or perhaps lucky - in love many times. She's been on her own since her last marriage broke up several years ago, though her family are always around and she has many friends and admirers.

Recently, she met someone and they have been meeting. Talking. Going to films. Sharing meals. Taking it slowly. When her marriage broke up, she despaired, thinking she would never find anyone to love again.

But - "I looked in the mirror this morning and I had a big grin," she said. "I thought - perhaps I have a boyfriend!"

So this is for anyone out there feeling unloved and unwanted.
Love can happen in the most unexpected of places.
And often, it does.