Yesterday's post was somewhat depressing was it not?
I am sort of sorry for posting it now. Sad stories are not always the best medicine here in blogland.
Unfortunately bad news has a strange way of piling up in front of you, a bit like when someone blocks one of those moving walk ways at the airport and a bottle neck of slightly stressed holiday makers crowd uncomfortably together without looking at each other...
One bleak snippet after another seem to have an irritating habit of adding to an oppressive heavy feeling of gloom which is not helped by our season of wet, dark weather which has now set in for the duration.
For the likes of Tom today's trials will be another bit of shit to be coped with. and let's hope fate's ability to lob shit "overarm" rather than underarm will give things a rest for all of us soon..
Alas life isn't Little House On The Prairie......not everything is resolved by Laura Ingalls after 50 minutes of skipping
I am lucky, very lucky....... for my "black dog" of last year's winter has lifted now and I am firm in the idea that possessing a sense of humour is one of the most vital things available to a person when your mental health status quo needs nurturing.
I will leave you with one of those "little moments" that gives a person a lift when you are not quite expecting it.
Saturday we were mooching along the supermarket shelves doing the week shop ( how Chris managed if after a 24 hour flight bugger only knows).
Anyhow on impulse I had an urge to get one of the squeaky toys for William from the pet section , and started to look through the rather eclectic selection of plastic bones, balls and rubber chickens!
As I did so a middle aged woman joined me and without saying anything both of us started to "check the squeaks" to find out which one was most appropriate for our needs.
It was a brief, slightly surreal interaction which finished only after I overly squashed a rubber chicken which "farted" rather wetly between us and she quipped "ohhh matron!" in way of a response .
A silly little moment to be sure.... but if I was depressed and sad ( which incidentally I was not) it would have been a little tonic that I needed....
So to Tom, to a couple of people I know here in Trelawnyd and to a dear friendI am squeaking that Rubber Chicken at you!
ps YP before you say anything I was squeaking the chicken NOT choking it!)