The 2nd & 3rd; On the depression train.

July 6, 2018 — Leave a comment

The 2nd of July.

I don’t know what it is. I just don’t feel like I am in holiday mode. I’m kind of exhausted and not eating in the regular way and definitely not drinking enough because the water here tastes disgusting and I am reduced to drinking squash like a child. So I feel generally shit but am trying not to inflict it upon the rest of the family. I just don’t want to do anything or go anywhere.

Today, after much effort, we went to Southwold. We had planned to go this morning so we could have lunch at a nice café we’d read about, but the car battery had died. Had to call the RAC who sold us a new battery and we got there about three o’clock this afternoon. I got an iced coffee from the aforementioned café, then we pootled along down the seafront, down the pier and back again. Saw countless good dogs, got battered by the wind and saw some faintly disturbing artwork.

In good news, I have joined all my hexagons! Now I have to do the border, then tidy up all my ends.

The 3rd of July.

Yep so my brain has got on the depression train. No appetite, no motivation to do anything, go anywhere. Going to have to go through the motions until it lifts.

Family understand. They made sure I had food and enough to drink, then left to go and see what Sutton Hoo was like. That’s fine – it’s what I wanted. All I want is to sit and work on my blanket, listen to tennis. Just pass the days until we leave on Friday. I want to be in my cocoon until then. 

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