So what is all that about? I had to take some equipment to my daughter’s sports club about 20 mins away. Nothing difficult, a quick jaunt round the M25, drop a target off and home. I cried all the way there and all the way back. Pulled it all together for the 5 mins I had to and I don’t think anyone noticed. The radio was full of maudlin songs and it all just got a bit too much. Home again, hide behind my laptop for a bit and calm down.
After a while the day got better, once again because it had to. Dad taxi duties. Daughter had training this afternoon and it gives me pleasure watching without actually having to contribute much. I offer to help fetch and carry kit which keeps me busy and appreciated by the coaches. Got home treated everyone to Chinese then straight back out ferrying the kids. One to the station the other to a party. Got back on a bit of a high and actually felt up to doing a bit of house work, just pushing the hoover round. Something I know I should be doing all the time, so today I am, but even that starts to go wrong, furniture gets in the way, the hoover get caught and the fog descends, I kick a chair. Enough now just need to hide away