I’m ok, did an awful lot of work today, almost 7 hours, about 9 yesterday, despite being on holiday!
I’m overwhelmingly grateful to an elderly friend who seems constantly genuinely interested in my humdrum minor troubles and does a lot to help out with the horse. It means I can get on with life.
I’m drinking rhubarb gin and I’ll worry about the diet another day.
Deep down, I’m holding it together quite hard and could have a meltdown, but I think other people are far more entitled to one!