I am going away next weekend, to a friends place by the sea.
I am taking my yoga mat and walking boots and gin and running shoes. I’ve just ordered a load of books - a mix of novels and self help stuff. I might even take a look back at some of the stuff I’ve written in the past to see if I can shape them into anything or see if the inspiration for some new writing comes along. Not that I’ll ever do anything with them but it’s nice to write!
Geller is being a twat, FWB is involved in his own stuff (which is fine, of course it is, but feeling a little sore on the pride front, totally my issue not his) and I just want a bloody break.
Oh, and to top it all off I’ve some kind of infection Down There and of course I can’t go actually see a doc, I’ve had to log it all online.
I’m a weird mix of angry and sad and tired and frustrated. I managed to get the last air beam tent in Lidl yesterday having been stalking them for days. It’s kind of triggered this wave of sadness about what might have been. I wanted to take the kids camping for years but he wouldn’t do it. Now I can.
On the flip side we have made the decision to postpone a much longed for holiday (with friends). It was already rolled over from last year. We’re going to push it to May half term. The kids are going to be devastated.
I even let the kids have 2 hours of YouTube bollocks yesterday whilst I got jobs done, most unlike me, then fed them bacon sandwiches for supper.
Back to the running today. And I’ve my haircut Thursday!
Sorry, rather disjointed as an update. Need to work my way out of this funk.