I went to the Aurora Ball last month. Held at the Waldorf, London, in support of the charity Richard House. I have interdenominational views on such affairs. Restraining my trite rambling, I will paint an image that summed up the night: Several mothers of terminally ill children who benefit(ed) from Richard House were present (making up around 2% of those in attendance). As an individual who has close family who are physically and mentally disabled, I felt a slight affiliation with these women so made an effort to speak to them. On their way out, I shook their hands and wished them all the luck for the future, they beamed at me noting that I was only one of a handful of people who had spoken to them, asked about their children, and taken an interest. They had had a superb evening, had a glimpse into 'another world' but were under no illusions that this was a reality. Such selfabnegation, such humility - such a rarity. My heart hurts thinking about it.
This is what I wore;
Taken in my hotel room (Park Grand London - sterling chambers)*.
People who feel lonely are more likely to take longer showers and longer baths (from WTFFacts)
I believe it time to admit I have an irrational fear of lisps. Wayward.
*Little did I think that 92% of women at said event, would wear black. I cannot tell a lie, I enjoyed this fact (marginally).