At the weekend, our agoraphobic neighbour Julie and her partner Drew invited Marie and me round to their house for dinner. Unfortunately, due to the lack of a babysitter, we had to decline.
Julie has become a regular, almost daily visitor to our home. I guess that she knows that her endearing eccentricities are not judged here. Not only do Marie and I love to see her, but also the kids. Sometimes Marie or the children pop round to her house too.
Drew has called round a couple of times, but has only stayed for a few minutes.
Julie has just started to receive psychoanalysis at our local mental health centre. The psychoanalyst told her that she is almost certainly suffering from PTSD. This has never been considered before in the quarter of a century or so that Julie has been having treatment for mental health problems. She considers this to be progress. Based on the experiences that Julie has related to me, I'm surprised that PTSD hasn't been suggested before.
Since Julie moved in beside us, Marie has seemed to be more interested in improving her own condition.
Back to our dinner invitation - Julie and Drew weren't taking no for an answer. If Marie and I couldn't go to their house, they would bring dinner to ours. So immediately after out children went to bed, Julie and Drew brought round enough food for a sumptuous 3-course Indian banquet to our home in well insulated bowls. The meal was perfectly prepared and had travelled well. Drew, not usually comfortable in this sort of environment, seemed to be able to relax during and after the meal, and was good company.
Everyone enjoyed the evening and we're planning to repeat the exercise soon.