|" Are you ok now? "|
This morning I could have ripped off the face from a smiling Nun
Not that I actually would have done
You don't see many grinning nuns in Trelawnyd
I had a shitty night shift. It was , long and busy and frustrating because my patient's condition deteriorated over the thirteen hours I watched over him and when I got home all I wanted to do was to lay down in a darkened room with a damp face flannel over my face.
But the birds needed sorting, the dogs needed walking and Chris needed taking to the station as he is working in London for a couple of days..so the face flannel had to wait
My irrational anger levels were sublimated somewhat by an emergency scotch egg, bought in Marks and Spencer .....I had to wait an age for the self service till to be available...so ate my eggs in the queue daring the overly cheerful supervisor to say something.....
I would have ripped her face off if she had.
Such is the irrational nature of over tiredness .
The dogs understand these unfortunate yet short lived moods of mine all too well. They sit quiet and still until the storm passes, and will watch my face constantly for the signs of normality to return
Only then will they seek me out and demand their canine demands of the day.
It generally doesn't take long