Could I just Lay here.....

Am back, and apologise for my self-pitying whinge earlier. I'm glad I corrected myself, before Wither's got back from Camping, or she would have ripped the shit out of me.

I was a bit peeved, but have calmed down now. Calmed down enough to recognise that I am the better person. I assisted where others declined, and despite me having other committments, my sacrificed meant that 26 odd folk were able to complete their necessary activities today.

There will be other days for me to sleep, and relax and chill.

Once I escaped from my kindness, (and people, it is better to be kind, and perhaps be a mug, than to ignore a request for help), I drove home with my music playing very, very, very loud. I sat in the stupid new traffic lights in town, with SnowPatrol blaring unbearably loud, so loud that people in the streets were shouting to hear themselves speak over the top of it.

Normally I would turn it down, embarassed that I was subjecting them to my anger, but today, the music needed to fill my head and I continued on my merry way, enjoying the thud of the percussion.

I sat with Tooli in the garden, having my breakfast at 2.30; and we tried to right the wrongs. You can't right wrongs with Tooli, every thing is black and white in her eye, and if you try and point out the problems, she panics. So it is best to go with her smile, and walk away contented in her objectivity. I like how her mind works, and I wish mine did the same instead of reasoning the right and wrong of every situation.

The sun is still shining, we are hoping Fajhar will be home shortly. He has been up a hill. I phoned him whilst he was still trekking up said hill, he was puffed but listened to me rant. I love him too - he and Tooli are very alike. Keep the Peace. That is their motto. And in this house - keeping the peace means tending to go along with whoever wins between me and Boy!

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