Counselling Pal and Weaver the nasty

 I needed to go out for lunch 

I’ve worked 60 hours in the past six days

I met my old counselling student friend Donna at the Pen-y-Bryn in Colwyn Bay and her Scottish chutzpah and wisecracking energy was just what I needed today. 

She gave me lots of ideas for my counselling path as she is living her dream of going self employed and I loved the boost she gave me. 

We’ve been fellow “counsellors”for over three years now 

Tonight, it’s Bake Off and Sewing Bee, I’m relaxing with Bun, Roger and Mary on the couch with a gin

Weaver has just walked in after over 24 hours away to God knows where

She frowned when she saw us collectively and spat out a flat field mouse with considerable contempt before she stalked very slowly through the living room and walked upstairs to bed like Joan Crawford on acid 

She’s a fucking monster

Weaver Pat would be amused at her namesake’s antisocial bent