I have been - oh so briefly - away. I am back and really rather brown. It's like this, despite my southern pallor I am, in fact, an olive-skinned little brown baby. I'll never be one of your gorgeous white skinned lasses. I spent maybe six hours in a pool - over several days - slathered in SPF 30 and have returned to a more natural and less anaemic hue. Yes, I brag. I need something to cheer me up.
I still feel a little down. I always feel low after leaving my family. I can't bear the thought of moving back there but, ah, it hurts a wee bit to be away. And I miss the cat though she charmingly bit and scratched me as a memento before I left. And I have taken home rather a lot of grey fur - mostly as decoration for my clothes.
Despite my depths-of-despair-ness I think things may be picking up. Slowly, you know, just slowly. I'm trying not to be a bitch about the things I can't change. I'm trying to lose some of the hate and pick up a few threads. I'm trying to stop treading water. Or, at least, I think Iam.