What a day. I'd given up booze and sugar for awhile and have consumed a Twirl, two glasses of wine and an Indian. (Just the takeaway version of an Indian. Not all of him.)
Cloudlets friend still with us. DS has been every day for a week, and so have several others. I've asked the parents to chuck him out if he's getting in the way, but they're getting a lot of comfort from these teenagers. Most of them arrive, say hello, then settle down to checking the last 10 minutes of their FB/emails/ instagrams etc.
I had my bereavement counselling today at the same place, and then made a quick visit afterwards to check on ill friend. I was telling counsellor what I had on my plate at the moment and it's quite shocked me. I've been compartmentalising everything, but talking about it in one go made me feel quite peculiar.
Meanwhile,one my oldest friend goes in for major op next week. It'll be life changing in a positive sense if they pull it off, and life changing (of the bad kind) if they don't. Can't really say more.
And in other news Batshit house sitter has contacted me today - a week after we've arrived home, and 2 weeks since she walked out of the house- to say she is filing a police report.
About what, I have yet to find out, but I have managed to persuade her to come and talk to me first. I think it's to do with my lovely painter who was there decorating our bedroom while we were away.
You couldn't make it up.
Thank you so much for your kind wishes to me and Cloudlet - all 6'3" of him. We just Keep On.
Looking forward to trying a DnS on Fri, but probably sticking to my G&T so I can see straight to get home. The Batshit is coming Friday lunchtime, so Im going to need a drink that evening.
I do hope that by now you have given all your offspring the biggest hugs. If not, do it immediately, and report back.
I've whittled it all down, you see? It's your health that matters the most.
PS I am LOVING the goats in PJs.