I’ve finally succumbed to that nasty virus which is doing the rounds,and have retired to bed with four organic hot water bottles.
Two kittens on one side, two Welsh on the other.
My body is checkpoint Charlie, with Weaver darting occasionally over the border in order to smack an odd ear or wagging tail.
Best laid plans !
I’ve eaten some fruit that’s all
It’s now not long after seven and I’ve just got up to walk the dogs, albeit briefly .
I’ve showered in a hot shower ( with Mary who needed a bath) .the Welsh adore hot showers btw
And I’ve put beans and spiced sausage in the slow cooker to make soup and I’m going back to bed dressed in long johns and several walking dead t shirts
It was icy and road conditions were difficult, but I got to MIND early, had a zoom meeting with my supervisor then saw clients until three.
My head was full, so I dropped into the one and only Starbucks ( something I never do ) for a coffee, ham something and a self debrief.
The coffee house was filled by women and girls on laptops.
I sat and made mental notes about my clients, that way you leave the emotions they share with you at the door. Having Said this there is always the moment you can pick those emotions up and that’s a real no no Human , but a no no.
If you have a headache after facilitating therapy, you need to roll the emotions out away from yourself
The coffee and ham sandwich helped.
So did the self debrief.
An open window left screamingly open in the icy air clears the head too.
I bought coffee logs from Lidl and cheap scented candles from the reduced price shelf beforehand but the bustle didn’t help my reboot , so Starbucks here’s to you, no blaring music, quiet corners to hide away in
Few screaming kids
I watched the Baristas and thought about the fires in California
A sequence where some homeowners were leading their horses to safety amid a flurry of sparks only to be “interviewed” by an over zealous insensitive reporter came to mind
It’s a mad world
Having said this, this reported showed much welcomed humanity when coming across a young man fleeing his burning house with hardly anything…..
After a rather lacklustre Archers episode, I marshalled the Welsh and took them out of the living room front door for a wee walk.
I thought I had shut the door behind us
The lane was dangerously icy, and in the dark we had to shelter in Trendy Carol’s drive to let some farm traffic to roar through. The dogs weed on patches of snow by the sheep gate on tip toe and as I waited, Roger barked at something towards the cottage, something in the dark as the lane light was still out of order.
Tottering into view came the twins.
Wide eyed and panicked on their first venture outside
I hurried back, fearful of more traffic, and let Roger pull forward
He dropped his head and Bun quickly rubbed it with hers
And both kittens followed Roger home as me and Mary brought up the rear
