"Life's a beach ...

... and then you dye" as the Australian surfer who worked nights in a factory  making coloured cloth said.

You know I'm feeling better when I start making jokes like that.

For the record this scene was found in the town centre of a largely modern concrete town in Surrey; the left hand deckchair is normal size which makes the right hand one ideal for a huge arse. Where is Nigel Farage when you need him? 

They had one of those old fashioned face cut outs of people in Victorian bathing costumes as well. I tried to persuade people to pose but they weren't having it.

Anyway: very intense CBT session today. I won't go into detail but it was strong stuff. I fell asleep when I got home afterwards, partly because it was intense but partly because I had been up since 5am (long story, don't ask).

I did manage to do my work and my list for the day and am now contemplating the gym, later than usual but I have eaten well today and feel the need not to skip it ...

One thing that we did talk about in therapy today was how, if you are a worrier, you tend to be the sum of your fears; if you successfully address them you are left with the fact that you don't know what defines you. Interesting concept; removing anxiety does not make a vacuum that happiness automatically rushes into and fills. You have to define what you are  as well as what you are not.

Perhaps I will just paint myself green again ....