Falling off the edge
So I had a bit of an episode. I lost my diary. I keep all my passwords in there – well, obviously not my actual passwords (I’m not stupid. At least, not in that way) but the clues to them. … Continue reading Falling off the edge
Tag: stress
The Unexpected Cost of Celebration
It was the biggest summer since we’d grown sunflowers from seed. I’d got a new job, my daughter got great exam results and two days later she was going to be a bridesmaid for the first time. These things in … Continue reading The Unexpected Cost of Celebration
Banishing Thugs
There’s something about stairs. They’re kind of magic because you walk up them and you’re somewhere else, usually on the first floor of your house. But it’s amazing isn’t it? I mean, you’re standing in the same place as your kitchen sink but you’re…well…up. We never had a proper landing in our old house so I love my stairs. The other day I curled up on them in a stretch of sunshine. It was an odd place to sit but strangely comforting. I looked up the stairwell at the banisters and the hanging light-thing, and I watched the sun skim … Continue reading Banishing Thugs
Bruises
How do you gauge your stress levels? Some people get neck tension, others drink. I count bruises. This week was a 2-bruise week. Last week was a 5-bruiser. When I have too much to do, I race around and bump into things – doors, tables, chairs (mostly empty ones). I have been known to walk into parked cars .Once I walked into a skip (It was at night. They really shouldn’t put those things on pavements. It’s asking for trouble). I’m crossing the playground at speed with a box of polystyrene balls when I notice, in the mishmash of noise … Continue reading Bruises
