The photo has reminded me that the front door is still lacking a handle and a letter box. I meant to put them on the other day. Got a brain like a sieve, no, make that a colander. More scary is that in a couple of weeks I will be saying goodbye to my 50s...
My appointment with the mental health team on Sunday has been preying on my mind. I've just been chatting to a friend on skype, she's been reassuring me that I'm doing the right thing. To be fair she's told me for the last couple of years that I need some expert help. I kept on asking my GP, but never got very far, other than being offered some bog standard counselling, which I'd tried. It was the new GP that referred me, it was a relief, I finally felt as if I was being taken seriously. But, naturally, according to my mate, I feel worried, and I am, and nervous. I keep wanting Sunday to come and at the same time, to push it away - crazy, huh?
What is definitely crazy is our weather, it is still cold but now we've got horrible grey clouds, and they are not helping my mood. It has been drizzling all day, not really the type of weather that invites you to go out. Not that I felt like it today, I hunkered down and ignored Harvey's miaows, he wished to go out, funny how his mind changes when the heating comes on! After seriously bothering me for about twenty minutes he became aware that the heating was on.... so he sloped off to his radiator bed! Cheeky monkey.
Well more work on the roof tomorrow, that is the roof on the two very small cottages, and some painting. So may be back tomorrow night, if not then it will be Sunday. Until then, stay safe, and stay warm. Thanks for dropping by.