So last night I had dinner at home with Ben and Bella – a third of a quiche and some peas and mushrooms – and watched some TV.
Then I got my things – already packed up and drove to my parents’ house. I had a chat with my dad over a coffee (decaf) and then my mum arrived home and I had a chat with her too and then I went to bed as Id taken my pills when I got there.
By the time I went to bed, I was so exhausted I didn’t have the time or energy to feel sad or worried or sorry for myself.
I got up at 6.30 this morning, got myself ready and left the house by 7 and headed over to “home” before the kids were even downstairs for breakfast.
Now it’s 8am and I really must leave for work.
