I’ve hit the gin bottle this evening – which is an entirely good thing. A friend told me, some years ago, that gin is a mood enhancer and, since then, I’ve never risked it when I’m feeling down. Actually though, I think that could always be said about alcohol.
My NZ friend’s visit has galvanised me into activity. I have started turning out another attic. I have a lot of attics, but only two are boarded and suitable for storage, and we dealt with one of them several months ago. Russell had our gardener take a lot of stuff up to the other one, two or three years ago, to my utter dismay when I found out.
I just broke off there to shout “No, no, no, no, no, no” at the tv as I hurried to turn it off. Party election broadcast. UKIP as it happens, but I’m having nothing to do with any of the campaigning, nor the reactions to it. I hate it and I think people are being horrid.
Anyway, darling Weeza is coming over tomorrow to help me, then I have the solicitor again and then supper with Al, Dilly and co. My life will settle, I will cope better than I am now, I am coping all right under the circumstances.
There are newts in the pond! I am thrilled. I love newts even more than frogs, though it’s a close-run thing.