Saturday

A different view of the lighthouse. A new one for me.

Woke this morning and lay on the sofa for a few hours, not realising it. I felt really low.

Eventually got up and got food shopping.

I had two things I could do today; go to a friends for coffee with friends that have 'come home' for a few days. Or grandma's nursing home summer fete.
My mouth is still so sore, it is still a little numb. I have taken lots of painkillers and they have done nothing.

I didn't really want to do anything but  I knew if I didn't go to the summer fete, the grief I would get from Mum. So the fete it was. I still felt so low, like I was in a bubble.
The pain was unbearable and trying to talk is sore.

A wander down to the harbour afterwards, just me.

Home, more painkillers, cider and the sofa.

It's days like this I don't want to be here.