I have had a really rubbish day. I define that by quite simple criteria and if I've had to reassure more than one person that my face always goes blotchy when I'm a bit weepy then it's safe to say it's within those criteria.
The emotional rollercoaster track was plotted thusly:
- Morning - Chin up with a brave smile and a witty quip to face another day!
- Mid-Morning - Feeling a bit put upon
- Late Morning - Crying at my desk and calling Doc C for sympathy
- Lunch Time - Close to furious
- Mid-Afternoon - Calmly reporting the whole mess to my Assistant Chair
- Late Afternoon - Leaving early for the day
- Early Evening - Large whiskey and a nap on the sofa
I never did like Wednesdays.
Throw in a handful of hysterical laughing and moments of pure disbelief in human behaviour and I think you've got the basic idea. Please also spare a thought for poor Doc C, I think today was almost as stressful on him as it was on me; he hates it when I get upset but he hates it with a particular vengeance when I'm upset about something he can't fix for me.
The highlight of the day was when we realised we needed dishwasher powder and we'd overshot the last supermarket on our way home, so we went on to the next one past our house. Whilst we were there Doc chose a nice bottle of wine for me and I remembered I needed to buy some chocolate as well. On the shelf with the really good quality chocolate was Lindt, and the dark chocolate with sea salt was on special offer. This has a newly established special place in my heart because that was the very chocolate that Mum introduced me to on my trip home to see her and just seeing it in the aisle was a bit like a hug from my Mum at exactly the right moment.
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