Felix Felicis

The day of Felix Felicis.

From Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

The potion ‘Felix Felicis possibly works by providing the drinker with the best possible scenario. This usually registers in the drinker’s mind in the form of an unusual urge to take a certain action, or as a voice telling him to do so. The effectiveness of the potion thus depends on the cooperation of the drinker with the voice, for the drinker may for some reason be unable to follow their Felix-induced urges, or can simply choose not to. This is easily remedied, however, as the potion does not single out only one scenario, but changes paths as the situation unfolds.’

http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Felix_Felicis

At 7.45 I got a text message from a dear friend and colleague saying he had had a meeting cancelled and could we have coffee together first thing this morning.
We talked all through the world and started solving a problem that had seemed insurmountable until that morning.
The tube train doors opened as I stepped onto the platform.
Rushing back to a meeting in Bethnal Green, I bumped into a resident I had been trying to see for a week or so. We had a lovely chat and agreed to try to meet again very soon.
Walking through Bethnal Green Market, I saw my flower stall friend was working today. He was selling Nerines, beautiful, long stemmed, rock pink and scented like hyacinth. My mothers favourite, reduced to a pound a bunch. I had never seen them sold as cut flowers before, only making an ostentatious frill along the front on her garden. I was going to see Mum in Folkestone that evening, so I bought several bunches.
The fantastic fruit and veg stall were selling ripe English raspberries, mums favourite soft fruit.

A printer, contacted at the last minute agreed to do a piece of work for us at no cost.

In had a meeting with Maryam Pasha who had organised the TedX East End , I found her office easily and arrived early. It was great to see her and the team at the Migrants Rights Network. She mentioned that they were thinking about an office move. I happened to know of a woman who had a perfect property for them, and put them in touch so they could discuss it together. She showed me the video of the lecture. The body was weak but the brain was willing and I would much rather have people laugh at bulges than be ridiculed for saying stupid things.
We had an amazing chat and an amazing coffee. During our chat I realised a project we should probably be undertaking. In a flash of conversational insight I had a complete project plan and a prospective partner identified.
Promising to meet again soon with a new friendship bubbling away, I left Maryam. Taking a slightly different and random way back I bumped into a young woman representing the very organisation I had been thinking about working with. Unusually, I stopped to talk to her, gave her a copy of a document that explained what we do and it turned out that there were really strong possibilities for working together in Tower Hamlets making sure I got a number for her I bounced away to catch the tube, which was waiting for me on the platform.

When I got back to the office there was an email waiting for me from a woman who was looking to do some market gardening and set up a fruit stall, both of which have been on my work wish list. She is about to take voluntary redundancy and was looking to fill her new free time.
The artwork had come back from the designer for our conference flyer. It was lovely!

I strolled off to get the train to folkestone to visit Mum. As passengers seem to be channelled through the new shopping centre at stafford to get from the tube to ‘stratford international,’ I popped into a shop and found her favourite sweets, then strolled to the station and waited three minutes for the fast train to folkestone west.

Mum seemed to have recovered from her dementia. Impossible , but…She held long conversations, thinking into the content of the conversations. She could remember things from a week ago and five minutes ago. She was planning for birthdays and for Christmas presents and cards. She has started writing things down to help her remember, which she has always done and very gently came up with a list of things she would like me and by brother to do to help her with her future planning.
A fellow resident of her home remembered my giving her a sweet on my last visit. She had been pleased and had said ‘Bon bon’ many times. She greeted me with ‘Bon bon’.
I left when Mum looked tired and walked back to the station in time to catch the fast train which got me back home, door to door in 1 hour and 7 minutes.

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