The outer shell is looking significantly better than the inner at the moment. After some lovely sharing moments and some, frankly, very bizarre ones this weekend I am feeling flattened by stress and all its incipient symptoms. Seems like my body is rebelling against unbearable uncertainty from every direction and is doing its worst…(’nuff said!)
I have the most lovely friends who, with and without me, have been doing a host of oddball things over the Easter break…a small sample being:
- Hardboiling and peeling 30 eggs
- Being hand henna-ed for Indian/Jamaican nuptials – itching/scratching/wiping without realising that the next day the crust comes off revealing the long-lasting design as well as the smears of the aftermath of the itching/scratching/wiping
- Having a contretemps with a very competitive team in pub quiz … I know it’s a competition, but is Murder on the Orient Express really that important…?
- Watching a film I have seen before but remembering it with a completely different cast and a completely different storyline. That said, I was right about the setting and the soundtrack…should I be worried? ( I only ask as I saw “Still Alice” last week, about early onset dementia!)
I am going back to my safe place…inside a novel…