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Shaky Hands

Gods this has been a hard month. It seems like all I ever do is cry, and sleep. It seems like that because it *is* like that, I suspect, and yeah I know, depression and grief cycles and all that but it would be really nice if it stopped hurting for a bit!

I'm planning on heading up North to the Tron just because I think it's going to be a damn hard christmas for the kids. I'm flying up on the 26th, I couldn't get anything else much. But hopefully it'll still be helpful during that kinda 'holiday' nonsense. "Oh, isn't family and love so wonderful? Domestic violence is up, suicides are up, drinking, drugs and hospital admissions go up, but phoo to all that, we're gonna make this the most hideously over-expensive pagan Annual Gift Day ever!!!"

Just as a side note, please, I beg of you, never, never NEVER send me the stupid "Footprints In The Sand" poem on any card, mug, paper, sticker, magnet or any other media, unless you can explain to me how come 'He' dropped my sister and then trampled her broken mind and body into the sand.

Wish I had some interesting news but I don't really.

• The peas are ripening and the kids now believe me when I said, "you'll like 'em fresh, they're sweet like lollies".


• I can't even begin to work out where I stand on the whole weight/eating drama. I think of it and my mind screams like a chipmunk seeing a... threatening kind of duck, I suppose.


• I was going to use 'guinea pig seeing a dog', but then I realised I don't know how to spell ginny and anyway, Toby (our gp) has quite a sweet (almost dominant) relationship with Sock.


• On Friday evening I took the kids and Sock out for a walk and we found a wee baby hedgehog on the side of the road. He wasn't hurt, just frightened, so I picked him up (immediately dubbed 'Spikey' by the kids) and we set him free in the vege garden.