Maybe I should resist, am I fool I know....

This time last week, I had spent most of the day crying at work.  Everytime someone looked at me, my eyes would well up and I would be lost.  It got to the point where there was no point in me even lifting my head.   It all seemed too much. 

A kindly Doctor, had earlier suggested St John's Wort, and on Saturday, I went out with my friend, and we had a good time visiting museums.  On Sunday, I was brighter still, and on Monday I walked into work, and told everyone, "the worst is over". 

I've had moments during the week, but NO TEARS. None at all.  The only moments I have had have been fleeting, there and gone in an instant, and only involved murderous thoughts and glances, and everyone escaped unscathed (I think). 

Today, I was out of bed before Himself. (Unheard of). 

I was in the car before he had his jacket on. 

I was at my desk and LIstening to Ab-so-lute eighhh-ties by 8.15. 

I was singing to myself (loudly with the headphones on). 

Good humour sneaked back up on me, when I found myself screaming "bloody, bollocky, buggars", and laughing loudly as the chaps raised their eye brows at me. 

I left the office at 5 - early for the first time this week and positively danced to the car. 

I'm back, definitely and absolutely back.    And so relieved for it. 
 
Doncha love my rocking chair - it's for my Gin Palace when Si has finished building it. 

(And no, he hasn't started).