Saturday morning - in and out of depression.
Friday morning: Just reached the porcelain bog for a secondary explosion brought on by a hasty second espresso. One too many: this day has started edgeways and balances on the brink. Maybe it's the weather: back to cold for the last week of Spring (official). Mum has Jean and Milton coming along soon to perpetuate the past as they reminisce of Rawmarsh, Kilnhurst, Parkgate, Rotherham and Sheffield from before the winter of discontent and decimalisation... *** Here I am again. In despair. It's come along in waves, until I am literally drowning in it. I had to get out of bed, I forced myself when I just didn't want to move: motivation is a momentum. Yesterday was a very crap day. From the minute mother and I had the row in the morning, until I went to bed eating a peanut butter and cheese sandwich. Dodging each other without having any more words: nothing felt good! Well that's not entirely true the three wonderful hours with Lola walking to Collingham via Sweep Farm and...