I was having lunch in a restaurant this afternoon when I got a text from my very dear friend. Her husband is terminally ill and had a psychotic incident in the night.
It's all so very sad. DD, who happened to be at home offered to collect me from the nearest place as I was very upset.
While walking to the spot where she was to pick me up, some fucking prat told me to "smile,darling, you'll look so much better".
I swear if I had a gun in my bag i would have shot him. Firstly, I don't fucking want to look his version of " so much better", secondly, I'll look exactly how I am. If that's distressed ,as I was, what's it got to do with him?
For goodness sske, I'm nearly 70. When, exactly an i allowed to look exactly how I feel.
Sorry, rant over