...that I'm wasting my holiday feeling grotty.
I am feeling better than I did on Sunday, though, which must be good. So tired, though! For some reason which I really don't understand, my dad wanted to go to Harrods on Tuesday, as did Stephen. So we did, and I found it so utterly exhausting that I fell asleep on the train on the way home. That's always fun, waking up slightly drooly and with dents in your face where it's been pressing against the window... Haven't done much today other than rest and try to recover. My folks went home today (they spent Monday and Tuesday nights with us) so it's been quite nice to be able to do Absolutely Nothing today. Hope I wake up better tomorrow, I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
At least I'm not in as bad shape as the thirty-something man I saw on the station platform. It was 10am, and he was alternating between swigging from a bottle of lager, sending text messages with a distraught look on his face, and filling out a betting slip. Definitely got the sense that his life wasn't very happy.
A New Beginning
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When ever I feel upset about my oh-so-un-perfect-life I take a look around me at those less fortunate. Suddenly my world feels really good again.
When Bailey was diagnosed with autism I had a few months of bemoaning, "why me, why us, why him?" that sort of thing. Then while attending an assessment at the "mental health" unit I saw children far worse than Bailey and it didn't take long to feel very lucky to have Bailey, just the way he was.
I hope you are feeling much better.
I hope that you feel better soon, too.
In our house we managed to miss most of the colds and flu during the 'season' and now the girls are sick, sick, sick. Poor kids.
If it's nice go out and just read in the sun...that sounds nice...hmmmm...
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