WHAT a gloomy morning! Wish our current tapas diet would bring in some Spanish weather.
Lilyloo, I was so sad to read of your ex-student's suicide. She was the same age as DD, which made me feel the poignancy. Life is so intense at that age, and if things are tough, you think they will never change. If only we could gather all the sad children in our arms and help them believe that life CAN get better . We had a good 'happy ending' case on Friday - boss and I visited a young woman in her new council house. We've been trying to get her and her family out of their disgusting temporary flat for so long that we know her quite well. She and her sister had an horrendous abusive childhood and she has pulled them through singlehanded. They were cramped with her DH & 2 DSS in one of the worst flats I have ever seen for 10 years, no sign of council moving them (in fact, the council at first refused to let her sister stay with her at all). If there IS a God, he has rewarded her with the most beautiful brand new council house - would cost an absolute fortune on the open market - with a fantastic view of a playing field and woods beyond from the first floor sitting room. Boss and I were soooo envious. She said she'd never been so happy, and her DSs will now have a basis for a solid future. It was an ending that really made me buzz on Friday - can't wait to see my photos of her in the local press next week .
LL, fantastic news about mini teabag! Hang in there, MiniT !
MadameOvary, welcome. Your DD is gorgeous and looks so like the photo of you . The Tesco photo made me LOL! Stay with us, you'll get lots of support and positivity.
Dior, I know you're lurking out there . Hope we can have that lunch soon?
MacD - keep strong. He's following such a typical pattern. 20 odd years ago I ended my first serious relationship with a cretin who, though never physically violent, was abusive in other ways. He started stalking me and behaving in just this way - nasty, self-pitying, abusive, then charming and offering me the earth by turns. Threatened suicide, worried the hell out of his poor mother (who was actually very understanding and supportive of my decision). He bombarded me and everyone I knew with dreadful letters, (pre-mobiles and texts) all of which I kept, just in case. I found the only way to get rid was not to respond, not to engage, and finally threaten him with an injunction. Have not heard from him since 1988 . During our 5 year relationship, I thought he'd be the love of my life and really wanted to marry him. Thank God I wised up! He finally proposed on one knee in a pub, the day after I told him it was over. And I said NO!!!!
We're still on the tapas diet - this book is fantastic. Last night DD said she'd really fancy a curry for a change, but we have so much leftovers and keep adding another dish every evening (tonight it will be garlic mushrooms). DP was tired yesterday from a difficult day at work (somebody mixed up all the books in the SciFi section and for some reason it really upset him ) and he nearly got run over on the way home by a dangerous driver, which upset him even more, so I left him to watch football and made aioli (yum) and meatballs in spicy tomato sauce (DD loved those - curry substitute ). DP drank quite a lot and annoyed me by locking one of the cats outside the catflap - when I heard him mewing pathetically and let him in, asking DP what the poor animal had done to offend him, all he said was, 'You know how I feel about the cats' - By this time he'd had 3 bottles of beer and most of a bottle of wine, so there was no point saying anything. I guess he was taking out his feelings about Sci-fi shelf twit and homicidal driver on poor moggy. I mean, exactly how much clingfilm can you stuff into a cat flap lock in order to jam it? Took ages to prise it out with poor cat peering through looking pathetic and cold. Honestly, my halo was wearing very thin at that point! It wasn't quite the happy Saturday evening I'd hoped for and I went to bed feeling quite tense. DP came up about 3am and put his arm around me before lapsing into an alcohol fumed sleep - so at least I felt I'd managed to keep him feeling that I was on his side (which I AM, except I just want to smack him too ). I dozed off and had some really weird dreams, most of which involved telling him exactly what I felt and then storming out!
Might need a morale boost from you, TFM!