Hullo. This week you are on your own, sorry readers! I will be at BritMumsLive today then Italy from tommorow. The linky widget is below, you know the drill. Linky up your blog competitions and share this post. If we all join in and promote each others competitions then in theory every competition linked up will get more views and entries. It remain open for next week too – back to normal in July. Go……
I know I know, I shouldn’t put exclamation marks in a title, but I have. So there. I am excited. We are going to Italy because I wrote this post recently. Daddy/Blokey can’t get time off work but Jen, D and I are going. All last week I was excited it is nearly #BritMumsLive now that isn’t as exciting (sorry bloggers).
It’s not been great recently, I won’t lie. I’m done, I’ve had enough and I want out. Except I’ve no where really to go. I can’t stand Him Indoors telling me I’m useless, that I’m lazy and milking an “illness” and should get a job… in retail no less. He keeps pointing out shop work : you know, what therapist and doctors and an independent occupational health adviser agree I’m not suited for. Retail nearly saw me leap from a window. Since not “working” I’ve got in to blogging, trying to blog for good, not just personal rants or reviews. I’ve helped charities, and supported others in the “online community”. To him they are strangers, people that don’t matter. To me they are my only friends. I need them, and I hope it’s a two-way friendship that they like me back.
This week I’m re-taking my driving test, having failed again just before the camping trip to Devon. I lost it in a 5 to 10 second window – I stalled on a major roundabout, had a miniture panic attack and I think it was 5 attempts before I’d restarted – by which time I was crying. Instant fail right there, bugger! I knew it was but after this we kept driving, and I had just 4 “minors” in total, and one of them was “gears” which related to the roundabout incident too, as I couldn’t restart it and hadn’t checked which gear – was second still. Seriously if I’d got first gear, I wouldn’t have stalled, then panicked, then cried, then failed! One mistake, a simple stall and I panic, I hate the “sitting duck” feeling of being on a dangerous bit, a junction, a roundabout, traffic lights, that feeling […]