Sunday

Not been the best Sunday ever it has to be said. I gave in around 6pm and took 10mg of Diazepam. I have to see the Dr tomorrow at 9am and must get more and try to sort out why the last time I only got 2m tablets which are as much use to me as a chocolate tea pot. It was hard with everyone here for the buffet lunch and the Grand Prix, it was the las thing I needed. Still it was Sarah’s last Sunday with us so quite emotional as she was given cards and special little things for her trip into the depths of Costa Rica and Nicaragua. Friday will be worse when we actually say goodbye.

Something is troubling L - either she was unwell or used that as an excuse to exit early. Felt ill at ease. Expect to be in bad books till needed again. I remember well the advice Tom Morton gave us at our wedding - never let the sun set on your anger. I have tried very hard to live by that rule and sort out any problems on the day that they occur - it works that way - doesn’t when you don’t and it is hard when you try you get others to sort it out and it fails because they won’t deal with it on the day.

Trying to sell as much as I can on Amazon to clear space. I like the idea of creating an Oratory, sadly this is the first home without a spare room or two that I could commandeer, even my study is little more than a glorified cupboard. I miss it all but that is not something I can do anything about.

Well maybe I will feel better tomorrow. How often have I written that!